Us
Our Love,
a symbolic dove.
passionate,
like something from above.
Our mistakes,
a living hell.
hatred,
like nothing felt before.
A friendship,
burnt out,
awkward, and confused.
a symbolic dove.
passionate,
like something from above.
Our mistakes,
a living hell.
hatred,
like nothing felt before.
A friendship,
burnt out,
awkward, and confused.
♠ ♠ ♠
I didn't mean for this poem to be directed to anyone. I was sitting in math bored one day and wrote it. After thinking about it, this poem is for him. Even though we don't talk anymore, I still miss him. I still love him. Even though I have a boyfriend I have been with for a long time, and plan on being with forever. The boy this poem is about, will always have a place in my heart. Sorry for my childish mistakes. I miss you _______ (insert his name here).