He crossed my mind
The boy I never dared call mine
Live on the same street
Wondering when we shall ever again meet
He wears kindness on his sleeves
If there was a war
His eyes would bring eternal peace
It's all a lie
You know we could never be
I had to go because
You were falling deeply
In love with me
YOU ARE READING
Two Years Late
PoetryA collection of moments where rhyming was necessary. Short, simple poetry; yet, those who relate - too many. Weird titles for humor, but that doesn't make the poem experience less painful. Those titles are painful to me though. You'll see.
