The problem's never been him
Just that I can't ever help but give in.
Every time she blinks, I realize
There's something different in her eyes
I'm burning in flames when I see his face
Nonetheless... Time to time I gaze
Over to her. He might be cute and all
Still I'll always climb up that wall and fall
My beating heart, and his words - haunted
What I can't have is what I've always wanted
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Grey is also a colour
PoetryThe written word is power, it can take power and it can give power. I hope these poems are inspiring and interesting to you. Sadness, love and happiness, some of it just fiction that is running through my mind. I'm writing them down, to give some wo...
