Rather Dead Than Cool
Cliched Love - Poem by Rather Dead Than Cool
A glance across the room
eyes meet. Amongst the cast away's of her attention.
Inside jokes and fun only we, only we
It feels real to talk
no suggestive words throwing in.
Is it love?
or love for thy jealousy wanting but not having
Her profound beauty shines but a glimmer of hope on my darkest moment.
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