Went over my poem: Desires, fixed up a few things, here it is!
Desires
Golden locks flow
as the breeze blows.
Her eyes
blue with beauty
full of hope and dreams
fixed on the distance
past me.
There’s freedom in her eyes
and life in the air.
Deep desires for her to be mine,
are only desires,
never reality.
My desires for the beauty herself,
disappear with traveling laughter.
Pointed fingers, sickening whispers.
Hopes, dreams, and desires,
all destroyed.
All I ask is, why?


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