Letting her heart break and mend again
She watches on being the unknown
All the things she feels for her crush
He may never know how she feels
Not wanting to ruin the friendship they have
So she sits an is silent saying not a word
For she is the unknown.
By Jason W. Brookes
The lonesome kid cries in the night,
He hopes to become as strong as a knight.
With his shining Armour and gleaming sword,
Then before the battle, he thinks of her.
He gets a smile on his face,
Then dodges the mace.
And when he wins,
He looks at all the grins.
But when he goes home,
He tends to his wounds.
Then he cries in the middle of the night,
All over again.
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