Something I wrote on the blistering car ride to Canada

[joe15hcstyle]

With eyes of glass,
I stare off into space.

Every waking thought
spent imagining your face.

You cling to my heart
like a thorn that won't budge.

What begun as love
has become a grudge,

I blame you for not
seeing or trusting,
loving or lusting,
and refusing to care.

Anyone with eyes could
see the love I could give
you is so deep and so rare.

Comments

[anonymous]

thats really good and pretty joe

[anonymous]

That's deep joe..really emotionally moving it was inspirational. way to be joe, way to be

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[anonymous]

Joe, you are gay. Stop writing poems.