Him
I penned his name on my hand,it didn't suit it,
I penned it on my chest I liked it,
I penned it on my heart, it was much of a beautiful sight,
I am curious if he had do the same,
I will be his bridge when there's no road,
I will be his only hope in hopelessness ,
I will suffer his pain,
I forgot my favourite lines in my poem and remembered his name,
since since I saw him, since I knew his name, my heart race just to hear me speak of him"oh my dear", I stare at his picture on my wall every second, wishing I could feel the softness of his lips,
the smoothness of his face, and stare at his overwhelming eyes,
Am just bothered if this charming prince knows that this is coming from deep down heart and penned with my blood
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