No One Will Know
His eyes consuming me with every glimps that he takes.
My heart sputters at every beat,
Eyes flutter with out-most defeat.
I hope he sees what he has done to me!
My legs weak, I feel like a freak.
He doesn't understand,
I'm like puddy in his hand.
That smile makes me stay a while.
He catches me staring...
I feel so daring!
But his eyes... oh do they consume me with every glimpse he takes.
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JessJones07
I've been through a lot. Writing poems gives me a chance to express how I feel to the world in a way that make sense to me. I write when I don't understand something, it opens up my eyes and for once I can see clearer. Writing makes me feel like I can do something. It gets rid of the pain for a short time.
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