We met online, poetry our first love,
She said my words were so Devine,
To me her character sparked a forgotten,
Yet devoted, unspoken love feeling of old,
That ran away from me before I could learn,
To cherish it or be mold by it.
She has a man, but boy I wished they never met,
I know am jealous but these feelings I hold,
Are much to strong, she makes me happy,
Even when we miles apart, my heart still yearns to feel her touch, link her soul with mine, show her the finer things in life before we die.
I love her poetry, her words heal broken souls,
Her words filled up my empty holes, created by women who misused my love and gave me scars,
Now all I do is wish upon shining stars but I know deep inside being with her would just make everything alright.
But she will never be mine, I see her smiling more often I guess her man found his senses and decided to treat her like his princess, while my mind is becoming senseless and all these thoughts need to be destroyed loose all access to unspoken feelings that don't deserve healing, because what I feel for her is just.. Is just not appealing.
Lorenzo
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