He wakes up to the warm sunlight,
But a cold and empty bed,
And thoughts of love he'd long to have,
Come back into his head,
The women on the sidewalk,
They don't even catch his eye,
Until he sees one lost in thought,
Staring off into the sky,
He's never seen such beauty,
But he knows she's unaware,
By the way she casts her eyes down,
And pretends she isn't there,
He knows too well the feeling,
Of thinking you're alone,
And he wishes he could tell her,
It's a feeling he has known,
His day's like all the others,
But it doesn't feel the same,
He just can't shake the lonely girl,
From staying in his brain,
He goes back home excited,
With a wondrous plan of his,
That tomorrow he will tell her,
How beautiful she really is.
- e.h
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Poetry"If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die." - This book will contain all of my favorite poems. None of them are mine, so I am not taking credit for any of them. However, if I decide to write a poem, and post it here then I will write my...
