Distance
You have multicolored hair
Of which the colors are a pair
Photography is your game
A hobby that is fairly tame
And though we can never be
That doesn’t set me free
Free of the feelings that I feel
To get rid of I’d make a devilish deal
No matter what I do
I always think of you
No matter how hard I try
Over you a little I cry
Maybe if I keep my distance
I might be able to find my acceptance
That you and I
Will never fly
But that’s a fool’s dream
I’d probably be better off making a meme
Will I ever get over this feeling
Or will it always leave me reeling?
You have multicolored hair
Which I would only wear on a dare
You like to wear black
And I usually only see your back
It’s better this way
Especially when there’s not much to say
Despite our similarity
It only highlights our disparity
Thinking on it again
As I write with this pen
Keeping my distance
Is probably the best stance
About the Creator
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By Morgan Longforda day ago in Chapters
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This poem is extremely relatable. We all know: "Keeping my distance Is probably the best stance" but as with so many things in life, it's a lot easier said than done! I'm looking forward to reading more of your poetry. :)