Poet # Eleven

I stand here watching her stand there,
I watch her smile, her crimson hair.

Over there is where she is,
And I am here, but we're a pair.

A pair connected by my eyes,
And naught else; I simply stare.

I stare because it's all I have,
It's all I have and that's not fair.

So fair she is, and I so plain—
For me she could not ever care.

But I care for her so very much;
Perhaps I'll lay my feelings bare.

I bare my heart, she calls me creep,
Please wake me from this new nightmare

The End

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