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I beg his eyes To look at me for once Even a glance would suffice this hungry soul A link with those eyes, make me lost They're no less than a black hole. I beg his lips to turn up to heaven Those pretty little teeth Flash to burn the darkness around me So I find my way in the sunless day With his smile even a blind will start to see. I beg his ears To listen to my voice When I try to sing in the sweetest way (im)possible Just so he could hear my voice So he could hear only me above all the noise.   I beg his nose To smell this cheap perfume I wear Just for his receptors to be aware Of my invisible presence in his life So in his mind my cheap perfume runs rife. I beg his skin To feel the waves of my love On his tiny hair which makes dots of goosebumps And wave them as if a wind is blowing Out on his skin my love is always flowing. I beg him To beg for me The way I beg for him If only his soul is as tattered as mine.
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 10:00 AM UTC
I beg him
I beg his eyes To look at me for once Even a glance would suffice this hungry soul A link with those eyes, make me lost They're no less than a black hole. I beg his lips to turn up to heaven Those pretty little teeth Flash to burn the darkness around me So I find my way in the sunless day With his smile even a blind will start to see. I beg his ears To listen to my voice When I try to sing in the sweetest way (im)possible Just so he could hear my voice So he could hear only me above all the noise.   I beg his nose To smell this cheap perfume I wear Just for his receptors to be aware Of my invisible presence in his life So in his mind my cheap perfume runs rife. I beg his skin To feel the waves of my love On his tiny hair which makes dots of goosebumps And wave them as if a wind is blowing Out on his skin my love is always flowing. I beg him To beg for me The way I beg for him If only his soul is as tattered as mine.
Another poem for a crush. I guess this one seems a bit creepy (but I have no intentions to make it creepy). What to do? Sad story, same life.
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 10:00 AM UTC
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