He gave me those eyes.
I silently hid my cries.
He started to stare.
For that I gave him a glare.
He looked at me with fury.
I honestly started to worry.
Does he know I like him?
Then suspense is at the rim.
He will never like me.
He is lion I am a flea.
He is a King and I am a peasant.
My body should be full of resent.
How could I fall inlove with someone so arrogant?
He has pierced my heart with a dent.
I'm going to give up.
While biting the edge of my cup.
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Poems.
PoetryThis will be a compilation of poetry put together. Kind of like a poetry book. I will have my new poetry and maybe some of my friends but I don't take credit for others work so if a poem isn't mine you will know.
