I walk the streets alone.
My feelings are oddly honed.
I condoned it. I didn't try to stop it.
Eventually I cropped it. Soon enough I hopped over it.
Now the road ahead of me is blurry.
The lights ahead of me are only a flurry .
The distance is blurry.
I know I need to hurry.
But why is there a need for rush.
If only my mind would hush.
I see you, and blush.
Only, you are not there.
Why is this happening to me?
It isn't fair.
My happiness is rare.
But do you even care.
I run my hand through my hair.
Not even that can I feel.
Why am I so numb inside?
Why is my life such a blur?
I know.
Now you love her. Only her.
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My Book of Poetry
PoetryThis is my book of poetry that I am writing. It is all original unless I use a reference. If I do I will say that I am. These are not gonna be the happiest or the best poems in the world but ya know it can still be intriguing right? Kay pls read and...
