How the heart beats when she glides
Into the room, blood rushes to the
Head making me swoon, her smile;
Angel like.
The way she walks, grabs my
Heart tight.

Know not she how I love her so,
Alas she hates me, filled with bitter
And woe.
This love truly knows no bounds,
obsessed with a soul that I
Cannot hold.
To hold her close
Would mean the world.

When her eyes sparkle I cannot
Help but smile, nothing feels better
Than when we're together.
She however cannot look at me
Straight. Ignoring me now like a
Stranger's empty plate.

Care not for me, how I do her.
The water my eyes cry, a litre!
And another... and another...
Cut myself to get through the pain;
Deeper and deeper... Nicola, Nicola.

We used to laugh, we used to
Talk, now all we have is an
Awkward stare-off.
My love for you will never die,
To the grave and through the sky.

You are my love; and I your
Hate; something you despise.
I'm sorry for all the pain
I've caused, this poem, my
Final goodbye.

Arabella Picken

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