Letting one go,
Simply goes to show,
How strong the person really cares,
To welcome the feeling of being bare,
Of wanting to retire,
From the overwhelming desire,
Wanting nothing more than a kiss,
A sweet touch placed upon the lips,
A hand placed upon a hip,
A reminder of the gentle relationship,
The one that will never be more than a fantasy, Created by the daydreaming mind of a girl in reality, She begins to let go,
Of the feelings she once showed,
Because the fantasy,
Was only an alternate reality,
Seemingly naive to the facts shown,
She will never know,
What a wonderful human is,
That spontaneous bliss,
For she wanted so badly for that fantasy to be real, Something she could feel,
In her chest when she spoke,
Yet it never awoke,
The feeling inside her,
Ignited like a fire,
Never felt before,
This wasn't anything more,
Of a feeling for another,
But a feeling of herself seemingly not smothered, She then believed he was not her only love,
For there was another to be spoken of.
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Thoughts of a Lonely Teenager
PoetryThese are poems I have written in the past or recently, I like the type of writing I do so try not to criticize so much but I'm trying to adapt to more ways or writing also.
