Golden locks, Like keys on a string, With eyes of grey, Like a calm, cloudy day. Yet they shine like you, Like their own hue. One not defined by color, By mind or soul, But by you. A gift it is to see that light, And to feel it shine like rays just right.
Was I truly inhumane? I know I shouldn't feel any pain, But your absence, It soils my existence Like a blood stain. And who am I? Who am I? Who am I to entertain Your selfish choice to abstain From communication. From communication with her. And who is her, But she,
15.
Chasing a you. And you're scared too. You're scared to love me. And you're scared to love me. And I'm a fool. Cause I wasn't scared to love you. And who am I? Who am I But her.