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Be Okay.

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MikaMika13

Published: Sep 21, 2011

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The innocence that flows from you,
Makes my mind scream for you.
You are so thin, so small, so silk,
The way I'm never meant to feel.

That childish acting way, 
Which makes me feel the same,
Captures me and makes me mean,
Just to know you care.

The interest about the things,
That I don't really care,
But I just need to know some more,
To be the best for you.

The small, cute smile across the room,
That suppose is meant for me,
Makes my heart skip a beat,
And proves that you got me.

If you could just make a wish,
A wish to be with me.
I would die to cram that dream,
To make you want just me.

But all the time I have to mind
That you are not like me,
You have no freakish thinking way
About being with me.

No matter what you always say,
I can't believe that you have sinned,
Because, the touch you give away,
Seem so saint to me.

And I wish to be okay,
The day I make you say – 
"You are rotten, leave me shocked
Leave before I scream. "

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Latelly I have been SO in-to poetry writing.. Don't know why..

And the poem is about a girl... Yes, about the girl I liked.. [To not say more.. ^^ ] But I never confessed and I suppose I never will..