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A poem about an unrequited love |
| I can't try and think about what you're saying. You carry on talking, an unchanging drone, I've run out of things to tell you, you know. You're not the one I want. I'm sorry, So sorry because I once felt it ... I don't want you. Seeing just tiny bits Of this wonder That is normality, Sends my heart into fifth gear, And you're just a miniscule- Half of a milimetre Beyond my fingertips. Do you realise how frustrating- How absolutely infuriating it is? We're separated by paper. I feel like screaming it at you. Paper! Weak, thin, destructable... We always will be. As long as I am here As long as I live Whatever happens... We can deny, for so long ... I'll love you. For always. |