Inside myself, I am lost, Can’t find myself, This is the cost. Where am I? Who am I? What’s going on? Why am I shy? This I don’t know, Listen to the sound, Of sweet music, I can’t be found. Listening to the music, I hear a call, From my heart, It sounds so small. I write poems, Think about things, This sad music, My heart it rings. Rings with sadness, Rings with wonder, If she could only see, What is under me. I try my hardest, But nothing goes my way, But that’s the question, What can or can’t I say? All the questions, Wrapped in my mind, It’s almost like, My mind is blind. So here I go, With another call out there, The one girl I miss, Where are you, this life is unfair. I stay silent, Inside this place, I miss the crystal rose, And you’re sweet face. That one girl, That I saw, After her kiss, I stood in awe. If you hear this, Please answer it, With one thing, Your sweet kiss…
Reason for writing:
In this poem, I was asking her for another chance. I never got it. But that's not the worst part, it got worse...
Birth sign: Virgo
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