Teen Poetry #6 |
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since 2003-03-25
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I really want to talk to her, but I am always too shy, if I go up to her, will she just walk by? Does she even know how much I like her, does she know who I am? I bet I don't even exist to her, damn... Every single day, I wait to see her beautiful face, my heart beats fast, it's beating out of pace. Her charming smile, and dazzling brown eyes, my emotions for her are traped, like a bird that never flies. It drives me wild that I can never talk to her, I always think back and regret it after. So why can't I talk to her, why can't I be, because it's obvious, she is too good for me. |
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