There is a shadow that follows me;
A silhouette so sinister.
I see it's darkness on the faces of men,
and it makes me turn away.
It snickers at my attempts to move on,
and holds me from being content.
Yet there is a beauty in it's malice,
like a siren that seduces you to your death.
I am in love with the shadow
because it's figure looks much like yours.
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He Loves Me Not - Poetry
PoetryFor those who, like me, have fallen for someone they can never have. [Poetry about Unrequited Love]
