That pale face,
Those double eyelids,
The goggles which remind me of my favourite leads,
The character to strong,
The beauty so ethereal,
Just as a predicted,
It's seemed so unreal,
Heard the voice deeper, magnetic ringing in my ears,
As if it was something I was waiting to hear,
That sudden attention shifted to me,
Guess I was wrong,
Cause it was just coolest you and simplest me,
Besides saw a chick coolest as you and there sat by the quiet me,
Founding my way back,
To the dumbstruck sack,
Thought of my sisters,
Who'd wanted some handsome Peter,
But you look more of a Harry Potter,
Like my forever favourite character,
With my reading which keeps getting better.
YOU ARE READING
The Mad People's Dorm
Poetry"Mad People's Dorm" is a heartfelt collection of poetry that takes you deep into the emotions and thoughts of someone battling anxiety, betrayal, and inner turmoil. Each poem is a window into a mind that has faced darkness and is striving to find li...
