Is it?
He is the reason I'm unable to hold my walls up high
Due to my constant peaking over to see him...
The words that straighten my crooked smile...is only said by him...
I cage up feelings..yet he opens it and turn my feelings into various colourful birds..
My anger towards him is weak.
Why can't I be angry?
Why should I smile?
Why does he make me happy to an extent that I'm unable to stop relying on his replaying words..
Who gave him the right to make me happy?
Why did he take my hearts advice and not my minds advice?
A foot away leaves me giddy.
A joke away makes smiling....
Is it what I think it is...
Or is it a perfect illusion
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PoetryRandom Poems Written at random hours All poems written by Mercia Jorge.. The first part is a short story, then the rest of the book is poems.. If you have questions, you may message me, but please let it be valid ... A few poems have swear words...
