There was a time ,
Where I could've fooled myself.
Fooled myself into thinking,
Maybe, just maybe this could happen.
You and me , I know it won't but
Like the fool I am , I still have a little hope.
There's a war inside me ,
Between my heart and my brain.
Emotional bombs and bullets of pain pierce my heart and knocks me to my knees.
Please, stay , I need you.
But you can't I understand.
That first night we met was magical,
I remember the feel of your hand over mine ,
The quiet smiles ,
The sneaked glances of each other.
We are total opposites , I drink my coffee light and sweet,
Yours dark and bitter,
Yet I understand you.
I feel like you saw me that night,
Not just my face ,
But you truly saw ME.
my pain , my happiness .
Yet you didn't look away ,
I wonder why,
I often let myself ponder on the what if's.
What if this works out?
It would fill my heart with such joy,
But nonetheless ,
I know this hope will be fruitless.
I remember walking next to you ,
Even in my entire 5'4 stature and chubbyness ,
You made me feel small in a good way and safe as if there's nothing that could harm me .
I wish I could be in your arms.
That night I saw the look in your eyes ,
You were far away yet right in front of me,
Oh how I wish I could've know what you thought,
And if your thoughts were of me.
And yet I know it won't happen, but I still have hope,
If not in this life , maybe the next.
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Absinthe Poetry.
PoetryWARNING THE WRITING IN THIS BOOK MAY BE TRIGGERING : Talking with you is like Morse code, To the world it doesn't make sense, But to us the words and taps mix in a beautiful melody. One tap. I like you. Two taps I want you . Three taps. I think I...
