In distance I like watching him
I hate wanting him
I want to stop wanting him
I love,I hate him
In distance I like watching him
When he plays guitar,I like watching him
With my pen I like to tell the story of me and him
In my papers I need to hide him
In my memory I want to keep the music of him
To save a picture of him
Before saying goodbye to him
Silently I choose to leave him
I don't want to be in love with him
In distance I like watching him
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ReplyDeleteI think a lot of people can relate to the sentiment of this poem. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI feel you... where is the picture taken?
ReplyDeleteI have no idea it's from the internet
DeleteThis is lovely! Looking forward to seeing what you come up with next. And I can really relate to this.
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ReplyDeleteBeen there.. done it.. nicely captured
ReplyDeleteLove your words.
ReplyDeleteNice composition.. Poetry is certainly a gift
ReplyDeleteI can relate! LoL Great poem, keep them coming.
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