What is love,
Can not be hate.
A feeling to which,
I can relate.
No remorse,
Or wretched guilt.
Just him and me,
My head I must tilt.
His arm on my shoulder,
My head on his chest.
We laugh and listen,
His laugh is the best.
What is hate?
And what is sorrow?
He tells me he loves me,
And he'll see me tomorrow.
The boy that I love,
And the boy I despise.
The boy with the dirty blonde hair,
And pretty, blue eyes.
The boy who stands tall.
The boy who I miss.
The boy that I need.
The boy that I kiss
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poems by me
PoetryJust a bit of poetry I've written over a few years so dont judge it too harshly. Plus it does get better as you go on (in my opinion). PLEASE LOOK AT THIS BEFORE READING!!!! If you know me in real life and choose to read this please dont show people...
