My eyes searched for him unconsciously
I was a gallery of art
His mind never had me
His eyes closed shut
Those windows of his soul
I'm attached to uncontrollably
Though sharp and bitterly cold
I never hesitated to see
My heart followed the ball
As it flew across the air
A jolt so fast yet swiftly falls
To where his heart is never there
I was a magnet
And him - pure aluminium
He was able to easily let
My mood lift like helium
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crushing on him
Poetry'the feelings I get, I'd never regret' A journey of sweet and bitter memories with the persona as she expresses her feelings while she falls in love - in poems. [A poem for the book of poems] Hello fellow readers, I guess I was chosen My books shall...
