Reflections

I watch you from the sidelines, that’s where I stare,
Realizing that you..you’re breathing MY air.
Just like every time I see you, telling myself that I don’t care
All the while, it’s you, you and that hair.
I try hard to get you out of my head, for we are friends
And to do anything about what I feel, I’m sure we will see our end
Yet again, just like before. I’m unsure,
I torment myself but this time with great pleasure,
I’ve done my job of keeping this secret a great treasure
It’s just, I stand at the edge of the sideline, and I see you
And I feel like this poetry shit, just wont’ do it
I want to drag you into my world, as I’ve done to girls before
But this time it’s gonna be different, because quite frankly,
You’re not a whore.


oh my god. i'm in trouble. my mind is working, this time it works double. lets snuggle, a hug from you. shit. oh man. my bad, my level.