MY BEAUTIFUL STRANGER
My beautiful Stranger,
just sitting right there.
Not even noticing,
gazes aren't harmonizing.
My beautiful Stranger,
how are you?
Words felt like a Stinger,
low as an unnoticeable cue.
My beautiful stranger,
as I stare- hoping you will see,
with every layer.
How I wish for you to notice me.
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Five Phases of an Inamorata
PoetryIm writing this book, or more like a poetry book for my first love, not my 'first' but my first 'love'. These are all the thoughts I never got to say, and it ate me alive. The poems and letters he never got to read. My affection he never got to see...
