Love Lost
Omg I feel like a creep
but gosh darn I see her in my sleep.
Nothing perverted I swear;
if she was but a memory my heart would tear.
I think its just me though; you know the one feeling a flare,
when in reality there is nothing there.
I shouldn't look because I might stare
but i have to look because otherwise I wouldn't care.
Her smile is so mesmerizing it's like dawn’s sunlight;
and yes she is very intellectually bright.
She is awesome and cool.
But what if all she sees in me is a fool;
shoot id let her use me as a tool.
You know what man YOLO,
its worth a shot in my attempt to not be solo.
M. A. Guzman (2014)
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