EPIC Poem: Crushed, by Aran Breach

I think your like me
But it’s not a guarantee.
I would walk to any city
Just to tell you that you are pretty.
Your eyes as blue as the clear summer sky.
Your smile as pure as a small childs lie.
The blonde and brown bound in your hair.
But really I shouldn’t even care,
Your not gay ,
I need to walk away.

Author: poetryfest

Submit your Poetry to the Festival. Three Options: 1) To post. 2) To have performed by an actor 3) To be made into a film. View all posts by poetryfest