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
Grey is also a colour
By LostLeviosa3107
The written word is power, it can take power and it can give power. I hope these poems are inspiring and inte... More