I
watch compassion
around me,
around me,
love
nearly tangible in
the springtime air.
the springtime air.
You
cloud my thoughts,
dragging me into
daydream bliss
dragging me into
daydream bliss
and
making me lose
touch with reality.
touch with reality.
You
are everything
I hope I
I hope I
will
be, talented and
flawless. But
flawless. But
never
could I match
you, or even
be good enough
to belong
at your side,
a feeling no one
could ever truly
you, or even
be good enough
to belong
at your side,
a feeling no one
could ever truly
know.
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Heather,
This is by far the best peom I've ever read.
It's amazing.