My Big Collection of Poetry (Completed)

Faraway Summer 2019

They say we will see each other next year

But the reality is kicking and throwing a curve ball

I stay in position staring at you blankly

Alone is the word to describe me

I need you

I can't have you

You look at me like I am a trash can

I dream about us holding hands

Us doing everything together

But really you look at the wrong girl, you dream about the wrong girl

You get googly eyes talking to her

I began to here your name faraway

I dance under the stars by myself

I connect my hands how I would hold your hand

I see your name in the sky and your face

You did it

You made me fall in love with you

I hate myself for ever falling in love with you

I'm moving on

Goodnight sky, at least the sky loves me.

I will see you next year though

I hope us change

You will no longer be faraway