I love you, and at the same time i don't,
I get the urge to kiss you,
But we both know that i won't,
You say you get the same urge too,
Although now we're just a lil' shy,
We listen to the birds as they coo,
As we think of how the 13 months went by.
You call me your jewl your gem,
But then i look over at them,
My head spins round and round,
To hear their insignificant sound,
There are voices in my head,
They're there when i lay in bed,
I try to think of you and i,
And how these last months went flying by.
They tell me you're not right for me,
They have eyes but clearly cannot see,
My love for you was not a mime,
However that seemed to change over time,
At times i still want to call you mine,
But this just may be a sign.
Maybe you're not right for me,
I have eyes; yes i can see,
Maybe I'm not right for you,
You have eyes; can you see too ?
And now as the days come and go,
As does my love for yo'.
Nowadays it just feels like a trance,
Maybe i should jump and take a chance,
Have some time to get away,
Learn how to be astray,
Or should i listen to my heart,
And not let us break apart.
~ im sorry, forgive me
27.6.18
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Letters I'll never Send
Poetryhere are the poems of the things i could never say. the majority of these are indirect conversations of mine, based on true events. and yes, I've written all these independently :) enjoy
