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Not Possible
He was obsessed with her
From the way she walked in a hurry
To her wondrous eyes when she would talk about things she loved
He had loved her since he saw her
She loved everything about him
The way his curls fell on his head
To the way he would smirk at her from across the room
She had loved him since she saw him
The boy now cried every night
Knowing that they would never be
Because he was lying on his bed
While she was lying in the dirt
From the way she walked in a hurry
To her wondrous eyes when she would talk about things she loved
He had loved her since he saw her
She loved everything about him
The way his curls fell on his head
To the way he would smirk at her from across the room
She had loved him since she saw him
The boy now cried every night
Knowing that they would never be
Because he was lying on his bed
While she was lying in the dirt
Published 22nd Jun 2022
Author's Note
In this poem, I talked about someone very dear to me. Although I have not lost them, this would be the case for me. I want love.
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22nd Jun 2022 6:17am
