An entire year
In which you
Never seemed to hear
Like you never do.
Blinded by the fact
That I love
You like an ancient artifact
Hovering above me.
If only I could make you
Understand that we
Could do everything that we do,
Everything that we could be,
If I told you that I love you
And I wish that you loved me.
YOU ARE READING
Random Poems
PoetryThis is a collection of random poems that I have written and thought of over these last few years. I appreciate you reading these, and if you use them, please credit me. Thanks, Maggie
