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Anna Maria Jun 2021
Every second your eyes meet my skin an inch melts off, melting until I am forced to turn away, so that my insides don't splatter on the marble floor.
One day I shall stop turning away, let you melt me.
For that at least will make your eyes stay for a second longer
on what can only be described as a tragedy.
Excerpt from a longer poem
The Admirer Sep 2016
She was a fun, crazy but insecure girl who lives a complicated life
He was a shy, depressed antisocial guy, a wallflower boy
They both secretly liked each other,but they never said how they felt
so they remained friends, because at least they'd be together  

She wanted him to show it wasnt a one way feeling
But at the same time, she knew it wouldn't work
Because you see,they are from different crowds
He was the lonely boy ,and she in the ******* up child

He doesnt know how to care, and those feelings confuses him
and he isn't quite sure, if she likes him or not
he is to scared of rejection, so instead he just bottles himself up
she is fun when they're together , but different around her friends

His friends know he likes her,they can see it in the way he looks at her
her friends know about her too, but they don't like the idea of it
his friends tease him, but encourage him to try get the girl
her friends try to find a better guy, well better in their eyes.
It's yet sad but beautiful their strange relationship
Because you don't see such a cute couple
As the quite and the wild

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