No one feels the love and compassion as I do for you
You are my inspiration, you are my muse
Yet you don’t even notice me, so what am I to do?
I walk by in the halls
I try to be noticeable, try to stand tall
I am still unseen, invisible and small
I like what you like
I spite what you spite
So why is it you can’t see, being with me is so right?
YOU ARE READING
A little piece of me
PoetrySometimes I rhyme Sometimes I don't I almost always write But sometimes I won't It all depends on my mood All depends on my muse But right now, here's something from me to you
