Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Fruitless

You would not believe
How I truly feel
I saw you once
Infatuated would be the word
Let me just say
That this beauty approaching
Is not simply put
So here I struggle to speak
This is my chance
For the girl of my dreams
But alas, I am fruitless
As words unspoken
Proved to be my achilles
And in retrospect
I am shamed by my efforts
As the girl of my dreams
Walks away forever

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