22.

You

My life is a torment-
A wounded soul
Stabbed daily by
Your wond’rous beauty

That ever-tangible beauty,
That I cannot tough
I see you every hour of every day
You even haunt my dreams

Killing me quietly-
Your angelic halo of golden hair
Your ice-blue eyes- the window to
Your gentle soul- the soul that I can never see

You sit by me, I inhale your scent
I die of happiness every time
You smile at me, or say ‘hello’
-The never-time when we’re alone

You cannot love me, this I know
Your friends hate me, this I know
You have a choice- your friends,
Or an unknown admirer, dying daily for your love…

-me