My heart is in turmoil,
But I can't help but to see,
The fine aura of your beauty.
You don't feel my love,
I will never expect you to,
But all my mind imagines is of you.
Your beauty is uncompared,
A smile more luscious than sea grass,
I can only sink beneath your morass.
My chest is in chaos,
And yet you're the only friend I've got,
A bandaid to patch when I'm feeling a lot.
My love is unrequited,
Despite how mutual it once felt,
How, the hand on my cheek would make me melt.
I am the moss,
You are a whole willow tree,
I only am what the bark breaks free.
Your essence is unimaginable,
A soul and heart so destined to be true,
But I feel so lost, since there is no me without you.
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12 AM Thoughts || Original Midnight Poetry
PoetryDo you ever smile at 12 AM, staring at the moon, Watching as stars glisten by, Coloring the darkness Only for the sun to take them away too soon? Wonders so full of amusement at the night sky, Smiling at 12 AM With an imagination And hearts full of...
