You, a Dove of Grace
I, a broom would chase
Yet I can't resist
This... deviant twist
Crows are "bad" and "dark"
Trees get goosebumps on their bark
Rivers rapid when they come
Then they return to the slum
But no one sees what they do
No one knows that I... heart... you
The only view is the one they see
They do not know either you or me
I do hope that you feel the same
If you do, please call my name
Call it out loud so I would know
And that is when our hearts will grow
But it is fine if you do not
I may not be the one you sought
And if that is, then I will go-
Take leave... for I am a crow
Wasn't feeling that I was good enough for this girl... well look at that- for once I was right, rofl.
(Btw, I'm pulling these out of my archive... thought I'd share it with everyone, see their thoughts of it, that's why the post times are so close)