Roses are red. Violets are blue.
Every girl in school loves you.
But not like I do.
Why can't you notice, when I take a glance,
That I all I want is for you to take my hand.
To wrap your arms around me,
And hold me close.
Press your lips against mine,
Sweet and soft like a rose.
Maybe if, one day you did,
Notice the way I smile around you
And laugh like a little kid,
You'd ask me why I only show it to you
The love I keep for when you do
At night, I lay awake
Staring at stars that remind me of you
I think of all the risks I'd take
If you were to ever ask me to.
The places I'd go
The things I'd see
Anything and everything I wish I could be
What you see, when you look at me?
What do you think whenever you think of me?
Do you ever think of me?
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Poet (Complete)
PoetryJughead, with his amazing writing skills, wants to be a poet when he grows up. He wants to practice to become better, so he writes poems about him. His best friend, and crush, Archie Andrews.
