Futile Desire

March 7, 2011
As smoke in fog, I pass your charming eyes,

So pathetic to think you could love me.

An ache in my heart I cannot disguise,

Crushing thoughts of you, from which I’m not free.

A smile that would ensure evil’s favor

My absorption is futile to defy,

Your compassion does not ever waver.

Your benevolence one cannot deny.

What must I do to attain your regard?

Our interaction seems impossible.

My feelings for you I cannot discard.

Butterflies are always unstoppable.

Time progressing can be a therapy

Or you may just feel the same empathy.

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hanging_girl_666 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 1, 2011 at 12:19 pm
I love it!
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