Stupid girl,
They would say.
Why toy with your heart?
For you will pay.
Why give your love,
To one unknown?
For such the love,
That we had grown.
The boy that I shall never meet,
Has heard me grow.
Although they ask why I love,
A boy that I'll never know?
Said answer is true,
Remains every time.
For he gives me self worth,
That shouldn't be mine.
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Petrichor
Poetry// Petrichor // // 🌏 the pleasant smell of earth after rain💧// Est. 2014 ~ 20.. Copyright LittleAussieDreamer (Alannah Mills) 2020
