He sees her sitting with a somber face,
Sitting on a bench of wood that's chilling,
She's by herself in the afternoon grace,
Looking lonely but by her own willing.
So he starts walking to her sitting there,
He walks up as she lifts her somber cheek,
He asks "Wanna talk?" "No" she whispers soft,
I do, with you and sits by her witha creek.
Here is a small ode for you that I wrote:
'You are beautiful beyond all compare,
You I like very much, without any sweet sugar coat.
And I hope you can see, how much I care.'
A beautiful tear rolls down her soft cheek,
Aa he walks off with a tear stained rough cheek.
CZYTASZ
Book One: My Heart is Your Poem
PoezjaThis is Book One. It is dedicated to a girl that I had a really big crush on. She re-inspired me to write poetry again. And i will forever be grateful to her for that. I consider these poems to be raw emotion refined into words, but this is the pure...
