of all the faces in the porcelain hallway
the only unbeclouded was yours
and another galaxy was discovered
behind those glasses you wore
dazzling as you draw near
to where I stood
and I understood
what my heart's been telling me
hear the marching band
from the chest of mine
that I felt with my hand;
here, the marching band
and the riot in my mind
getting out of hand
me, a somewhat irksome
you, so tall and handsome
will an 'us' be awesome?
oh! this isn't love—
never will be enough—
yet I find the feels so heartsome.
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PoetryThe first Poetry Anthology published originally on my Facebook account, now on Wattpad. This is a confession to who I was, who I became, and who I will be, with whom I have lived, grown up, been ghosted by, been bewitched by, and to whom I want to...
