She is a quiet person
Stubborn too
Really bad temper
With even worse moods
When she speaks to me
Shall it only be sometimes
But how amazing
Does joy flow through me
When I see her
Her melancholy face
Is the light of my day
Always ignored by her
For she thinks of only one
The girl behind me
Well my sweet flower only cares for her
Who is she to deserve such smile
Deserving of all of her words
She has said but a couple to me
The girl she talks to
Knows the secrets of my love
She hears the sweet sound of her voice
Shall she be blessed with the smile
She only shows her
For me
My love gives me blank stares
With those I can only be blessed
Blessed with false hope
For shall her heart not be changed
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Author:
Terry raid (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 22nd, 2017 20:28
- Category: Love
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Comments1
I really like your style of writing. Casual, yet still hits hard. Also, I LOVE the way the title is worked into the second to last line- I got little bumps on my skin. Really good job.
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