I miss him, terribly.
It's comical because he never
Noticed me-or never will.
And I wouldn't have noticed him,
either. But someone, had to line up
The stars, and give me the courage
To look in his eyes.
We don't talk, darling how I wished
We talked.
I miss his eyes, and eyes his smile
.
I miss his presence that's evidentlyVoid because he's not here.
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Love // Thought
PoetryPoems about unrequited love, melancholia, and thoughts day-to-day (Updated randomly)