His Charm Poem by Bryce King

His name hangs on her lip.
The thought of him lerks in her mind,
And without him
All the world seems dim.
No light is better than his face.
No sound is lovlier than his heart.
No love is more rewarding than his.
If vallys are deep,
Then so my heart he reep.
If knives can hurt,
Than for all time I will flirt.
If with her, I see him,
Pain will lie in my limb.
A pain made of all jealousy,
Turns a pure heart to menacey.
A crush made of happiness,
Turns a soul into nothingness.
I am the ocean.
He is the land.
We meet, but never speak.
Like they obsess over evil vampires,
I was a fool for the land of liers.
Mystery and history,
Painful times and lovely rymes,
love dies in its arms:
His charm.

by me.