i fell first,
i fell hard.
i'd promised that the last boy
was going to be my last time
falling in love.
but then i saw his hazel eyes,
curly hair, and silly smile.
and 'hey, i think i know you,' comes in my mind.
he didn't notice me,
didn't look at the love in my charcoal eyes.
'perhaps he doesn't care.'
sometimes i wished he didn't know
everytime I broke eye contact and walked past him,
that i'd be happy being his silent admirer.
and the other times,
i wished he knew everything-
the way i could listen to him speak all day,
the way I could get lost in his eyes,
the way I could write pages about him,
and how he's got the right height.
i loved him,
everyone knew about it,
except him.
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Poems about Love
PoetryContains only poems, from the book- I thought you were mine (in the process of being written by me), and just poems about love. It contains letters, his povs, and just feelings of love. The poems are not in any particular order. I hope you like th...
