It Hurts

It hurts, just looking at her hurts The bond that connects me to her is not the other way round It hurts to have a one sided love while the one you love hardly notices The confidence to talk to her is washed away by our social class She is beautiful and celebrated on collage but, I live a ghost life She is s smiles with her equals, while I hide behind my book Trying to describe her in words It hurts to feel that the one you love was hurt by your own friend and that lives you In throbbing for nothing you can do about it. It hurts just beholding into her slick white round eyes knowing you hardly can get to her So assertive I could be at times but it hurts when the audacity to tell her,” You are beautiful” fades away It hurts to hear the tales of her and other Romeos than you Oh my God it hurts I even feel like I’m horrible, usually I feel dizzy with my heart pounding lethargically All her movements’ in spectacle are always in a sluggish gesture and it hurts me when I glance her curved body in this motion I only wish she may possibly discern, maybe my paper will get to express to her my tale My sandman even cry when she passes by us since the sensation I have for goes beyond If I were to reach a fortuitous of proving my feelings to her, I would extinguish all my life just to demonstrate my affection and devotion to her exquisiteness Her beauty is from the heart and fused with the prettiness of her appearance. Sandoz… it hurts loving you short of you perceiving.