What We Can'T Have Poem by Riley Choma

Soft like fleece was her skin, and oh how beautiful it were when rosey after the cold.


Her love is warm like the sun, and even though not meant for me I can't help but feel it.

It awakens me from the deepest of despairs.


Her soul is deep like the ocean; it was always clear in her eyes that her soul were old.

A laugh though loud calms me, and without it I feel aches in my bones.

Imagine her…

A girl so beautiful that you find yourself incapable of breathing…






From an early age I was taught that we often want what we can't have.


When I was first told, I was innocent enough that I figured it were only the little things.

It was back when my biggest worry was whether or not my favorite cartoon would be on TV…

As I got older I began to learn of the world's darkness, and I seen that there were more serious dilemmas than whether or not my favorite Saturday morning cartoon would be on.

I learned of love, and even though I was taught that love was what we were all out to find, I learned that not all love was aloud.

It was only when I met her that I truly learned what they had meant when they said we often want what we can't have…