Posted in English Poetry

A Sight to Adore

I am gifted
Can see you beauty in every sight
Seize the limited
Appreciate even a plain kite

Distracted by someone
Not what I used to see
I intended to run
Avoid things I can foresee

Sometimes she's hot
Sometimes she's cool
She loves me not
I am a fool

I am just a friend
Nothing more, nothing less
Good thing it'll not end
Worst, it won't progress

I stepped back from the sight
Closed my dominant eye
It's a must to win a fight
A duel of myself and I.
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I write in order to live

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