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HER SHORT POEM

The painting was half done as I stood on the hall way Should I walk in and say hi or leave anyway I wanted to make her happy and be mischievous But I kept my calm as I knew she Wasn't mine But every day I see her no one else looks that fine To be honest for a minute with her I'd walk a mile Because she brightens my day with her smile

The pessimist song

Forbidden fruit placed on the porch for the world to see I'm i Adam the innocent one Or I'm I eve the guilty one The fruit is so delicious and I'm hungry What if I take a bite how would the owner react What if I love that bite how would I react The need to know kills me My curious mind defines me As I lay on my back and fall into this abyss of thoughts Thinking of you and not seeing you hurts Dreaming of us where there is no us Writing this poem is my innocent self not creating a fuss Ur smile makes me happy Ur voice attracts me Ur personality amazes me You re the definition of my comfort zone not those around me I'm not going to pressure you Just stay here, can't stop thinking about you You don't even really have to be my girlfriend I just want to be more than a friend (what I'm I saying) And maybe most times we can hook up hang out and just chill . Oh shit! This is how the pessimist song makes me feel .

Crossroads: Lost in her world

To live or let life leave? Mmmh could it be the same as to live or let life die The pains of emotions and thoughts of others either drive us mad or drive us to our goals So from when I listened to her she spoke in parables it was like I could visualise her soul Her mind was made up but thrown into doubt but her consciousness towards love. To feel nothing and lay with death To feel something and fall in love Or go back to the moments when she started with her fear of public display of affection or her emotions Now I'm lost in her mind as her thoughts set 4 paths for me creating an intersection Who would I play ? The murderer ? I'd hurt her eventually or intentionally. I'd be the death of it all . The death she craved for . Should I be the lover? The one who she gets to share it all with her . The one who  isn't scared of something. dancing in public, being rejected, doing the wrong thing at a critical moment. The one who she loves and cares about, the one who ...