One.
Two.
Three.
How many words shall I say to thee?
How many poems shall I write for you to notice me?
How many smiles have faltered because you didn't see?
Four.
Five.
Six.
Maybe those words weren't meant to be fixed
Maybe those poems don't rhyme at all
Maybe those smiles were meant to fall
As I count further, it gives me reasons to give up and my love for you is wilting
Wilting in sorrow and in pain,
All you did was let me wait in vain.
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Love And Danger
PoetryIt looked like he meant it when he said those three words to me, but I realized that his eyes were not as deep as the sea. #115 in Poetry
