The wilted attention of an unrequited love is dark and filled with misdirected stuff
A galloping of heart and seclusion of mind
To be liked to be loved such a puzzle piece of mine
The weight of their eyes is the tip of my balance and I can't keep straight whenever they smile
To notice a flower in full bloom is easy
But a bud as I not so endearing
When admiration becomes a crush it's hard to stand with the force of lust
To go unnoticed as a bud in the shade is as painful as them not returning your gaze
A gaze of which could cause my death
Oh yes, love is a misdirected mess
it's a gorgeous diamond for there is much stress
A crazy feeling and much duress
I could say it's just a crush but... I know of such misdirected stuff
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Alien's Theory
RandomBored. And an extremely good procrastinator. I present you with the book of what ever the heck I want. You don't care and I frankly don't either. This is for fun and let's me vomit my thoughts onto Wattpad. Laugh with me. Think with me. I don't mind...
