His hair is dark brown,
His eyes are swampy blue,
His smile is made from light,
And his frown is made from regrets.
When I met him,
He had bad tremors,
Every moment a new tremor,
Every breath,
A waiting tremor.
I fell in love with him,
And began my process of forget.
Forget it,
He won't love you back,
remember how HE treated you?
How easily he could walk away?
Why would you think for a moment,
Dumb young girl,
That he could ever love someone as repulsive as you?
Look at you,
You can be beautiful on the inside,
But it's like a geode.
Unless he's willing to break the rock,
He'll never see you."
Are they right?
no...
But they never let me live my choices down.
However,
As dark and dreary my thoughts can be,
I love thinking about you getting pushed into the hallway,
Red as can be,
Your hands hidden in your pockets,
Your breaths unstable.
I was messing with your hair,
When you grabbed my hand to stop me from messing up your hair,
And looked me in the eye...
At least for as long as you could..
You seemed so tense,
So worried,
Like the world,
Your life,
Depending on this moment.
You let out 4 words...
will you date me?
And i let out one stupidly plain answer...
Sure.
~Nice going me (<<<<<idiot)
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It's Just Our Time
PoetrySurprised? So am I, I thought long about continuing this series after well.... Him. But this series is just a love life series. Hopefully it's as good as the ones before, much love Your probably least favorite poet~ Mei megurine
