How I long for him to look at me that way,
With those irresistible amber eyes,
That sparkle just right,
And to smile down at me
With that perfect smile of his,
As if I mean the world to him.
How I long for him
To be completely, utterly
Fascinated by my mere existence.
To miss me,
When the world keeps us apart.
But then again...
He belongs to her.
Not me.
Oh darling, how I wish you were mine.
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Hidden Thoughts
PoetryJust a bunch of little poems that I've written. Hope you like them, and are able to be comforted by some of them, or atleast be able to relate. And just something that I want to let you know is that I tend to write when I am in low spirits, it was j...
