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Jun 2013
I feel pathetic about this boy

He plays with my heart as if it's a toy

Yet he doesn't realise what he does to me

Fills my whole self with pain and glee

I don't know what to say or what to do

He's forbidden fruit to me it's true

Is this the reason i care for him so

It just might be but i really don't know

I hardly see him and yet i still pine

Though i know it's true he will never be mine

I hardly know him i must be crazy

But he still somehow makes me go hazy

A hope like this is impossible to ****

Let him go? I hope one day i will.
Tintin
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