maybe if i finaly figure out (or admit) who i am, maybe i wont feel so empty. maybe i can love and be loved by someone special. maybe i can be truly happy.

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It Could Have Been Magic

It could have been amazing
It could have been fantastic
But it was all wrong
Hands too big, too rough
He was too different, too wrong
Too tall, he’s not right
It was all wrong

It could have been perfect
It could have been happiness
But it was all wrong
Just after, I started to notice them
Hands just right, so soft
My height, beautiful
The same, like me
I wonder the texture of their lips
It was not wrong

It could have been love
It could have been magic
But I had denied it
I should admit to myself
Why I look, why I watch
I don’t want to be hurt
How do I know if they’re like me
It is not wrong

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i just don't know what i like. i used to just like them but now i realize they are too wrong for me. they are larger, big hands, rough. But see, i noticed the others. they were perfect. so now i dont know...
did i convey good feeling in the poem? i hope so. please review!! .