I write to express, not impress.If you think I'm talking about you in any of my poetry, I probably am.
The skateboard has my attention.
The skateboard has a beautiful physique.
The skateboard gives me chills when I see it.
The skateboard is angelic.
The skateboard has my attention.
I feel a sense of emptiness when the skateboard isn't in my presence.
I feel lonely when the skateboard isn't in my sight.
I feel hopelessness when the skateboard is no where to be found.
The skateboard has my attention.
The skateboard is confident.
The skateboard is passionate.
The skateboard is witty.
The skateboard has my attention.
The skateboard can light up any room just by being there.
The skateboard is intelligent.
The skateboard is sarcastic.
The skateboard has my attention,
And always will.
It's depressing to know that the skateboard will probably never belong to me.
Being in love with something you can't have is heart wrenching.