Happy was I,
Then sad am I.
It's ironic,
How your emotions could be so chronic.
I waited,
But one thing I hated,
Was finding no one there for me,
In my time of need.
It's funny, really.
Usually they end with a 'ily'.
But then they'd leave,
Never looking back at me.
I wanted to feel accepted,
But, instead you misinterpreted.
Leaving me bare,
My heartbeat slowed, which was very rare.
When I'd call you,
I'd wanted to say how much I missed you.
But then you'd hang up,
Saying you've got things to do.
Your laugh, contagious,
Your smile, indigenous,
Your body, a rarity,
Your innocence, a purity.
Everything about you is lovely,
You are godly.
Pure and sweet.
My senses have gone wild.
Happy was I,
Sad am I.
It's ironic,
How your emotions could be so chronic.
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Dedication to August_Parker
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Allured | BOOK 1
PoetryA L L U R E D - to be attracted; to desire. ❝Adore my heart upon your sleeve, Love the whispers that floats upon evening breeze. Listen to my words of melody, Unlock your senses, and interpret to memory. Richly, our blood flows a colour of dye, Ent...
