she sits there all alone,
thinking about the one she loves the most.
she thinks,can he see me?
does he truly know who i am?
why do i do the things i do?
why am i so scared to fall in love with you?
what do i do now that hes gone.
all i want to know is why i alway end up,
asking myself why or how.
i just wonder if ill find the answers.
2 comments:
przpOf the three poems you just posted, I like this one the best. Sometimes you can say more with fewer words. Good work!
this poem explains how i feel most of the time i relly like it.
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