George

Blonde hair brown eyes

I once met a boy
He had hair as gold as treasure
And a dark brown eye
He was also quite clever

I became friends with him
We had fun and laughed for hours
Despite his weird trim
As we laid among fields of flowers

Deep down inside

I felt like he owned my heart
But I knew these feelings I had to hide
I am his friend, I must play my part

Everyday he grew darker and darker
All I wanna do is help him
And show him true love forever
But life is not a fantasy instead it’s rather grim.

Why must unrequited love hurt so?
It’s not even like he knows though...

A sad poem about my friend George. I hope he sees this one day

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