He Is The Reason Poem by Jessica Dunlap
He Is The Reason
He is the reason my arms are slit.
He is the reason my heart is now a
cold dark pit.
When I look into his beauiful
greyish blue eyes, another
little part of me dies.
During class I will sit and stare.
But ask him out, I do not dare.
He has no idea what he has done to me,
But do not tell him I plea.
When he walks by,
I'll begin to cry as I see his girlfriend
ascend.
So I walk alone wishing he could see
That to my heart he holds the key.
This is a really good poem. U have a lot of talent so keep writeing
Very good poem. reminds me of..well me... and sounds like something i might write, good job ~MaXxwell Murder
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/27/2024 10:13:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
i liked it reminded me of soemone where i felt the same way