Bespoken

Simple poem about the guy i used to like

 There he is

I see his smile

His glowing eyes

From a mile

 

The way he speaks

Says my name

Flicks his hair

His dark brown mane

 

I love him but

He has no clue

That I want him

To love me to

 

And oh I’m sad

My heart has broken

Because I know I can’t have him

I know he’s bespoken.

 

Reviews

[Dalaina Renee]

This flows well. I enjoyed this.

[Ash]

lol nop remember last year in RAW?
I told you then ;];]

[Ebs]

aww :)
Who btw? Ray? I thought of him when you said brown mane. ;)
well done great poem.

ebs