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This poem is all about that person you have a 'thing' for but cannot pluck up the courage to talk to.... Trespasser I see you walking down a hallway A beauty I admire from afar I try to say hello to you Try to raise a sound But I fail My throat suddenly feels dry As dry as the arid Desert One day I wish I could tell you how I feel But for now you are just a stranger A stranger walking Walking through the hallways of my mind Like a trespasser Of my thoughts And my soul Maybe one day You will be more But for now it is enough
I started writing poems about a month ago. I haven't done many yet, but hope to write more soon  Another photo i like. I love nature =) |