The strangerA Poem by FaithfullyJennyBearSat in the room, scared to speak, I look at you, you make me weak. I'm not supposed to think of you. I can't help it, I still do. I see you walk, I watch you move. I hear you talk, The facts remove. I think of you, I know I want The one my mind wishes you would haunt. The hair, quite blonde, your eyes so blue. It's what I think, I need you. But out of bounds you have to stay. I guess things never go my way.
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10 Reviews Added on May 18, 2011 Last Updated on May 18, 2011 AuthorFaithfullyJennyBearEngland, North east , United KingdomAboutI'm Jenny, I'm 18, and my mind is made for poetry, it's how I think, it's how I get my feelings out, It's how I'm heard, may not always be good but it's how I feel inside :) I've also had every colou.. more..Writing
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