It was brave but foolish of me
To somehow hope that we were meant to be
So now I sit here feeling hopeless
On this chair wondering how I can get through this
Knowing that we belong in different worlds
And yet here I am still writing these words
You were the one who told me
"Don't stop because of what you feel", now you'll see
Am gonna continue what I've been doing
Really, I'm telling you I'd keep on writing
You don't have to know though
Let time make this fire let itself go
#acrostic
#poem
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Words Are Roses Too
PoetryA collection of acrostic poems I wrote for the guy I like. A bunch of pretty common words I hope you can still appreciate.
