PART ONE
(There was a man who I once knew,
For me there was no other.
The closer to loving me he grew,
The more he would grow further.
I tried to love him as his friend,
Then to love him as his lover;
But he never loved me in the end,
His heart was for another.)
PART TWO
The girl he loves is midnight, like the blue of the sea cradled by the moonlight.
The girl he loves is verdant, the very green of the hill kissed by the summer delight.
The girl he loves is coral, as pink as the roses that grow in his mother's garden.
The girl he loves is crimson, red like the autumn leaves that lay abandoned.
The girl he loves I can never be
Because he's allergic to violets,
And violets are too much like me.
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The Unwanted Feelings
PoesiaIt's about human emotions and thoughts that comes to mind. A place to express ones feelings in words. Warning: may contain depressing things
