This is a poem I wrote about a girl and my feelings for her. She wants to be ananoymous. |
I have her name engraved in my mind Her face stuck behind my eyelids Her loving and caring words echo on my lips The thought of her makes my chest tighten and my sentences trail off to oblivion She makes ugly words sound so inspirational She makes this world seem so hopeful and beautiful The thought of her makes all other irrelevant thoughts blur and only the thoughts of her clear Nothing seems impossible when I'm with her She makes that knife look like a kitten She makes my wrists look so pathetic She makes my feelings seem so insignificant And yet, when I'm with her Everything seems inevitable Her smile will fade in time And I'll be nothing more than a useless, broken boy Another one of her lifeless, overused toys And her reassurances seem to make me doubt whether there's not another involved How my jealousy and curiosity will be the death of me! I can't help but feel like nothing when I'm with her She's the attraction, the fair in my boring town Her beautiful green eyes, her stunning black hair Her perfect, gleaming smile - that so tenderly shakes my spine - that hangs so sweetly on her mouth-watering, pink lips Oh Lord, those picturesque, pink lips! Her skin so soft, so delicate I'm scared of it peeling off To reveal the nightmare that haunts beauty so menacingly But not in my dreams! In my dreams, her blossoming beauty lives for as long as I sleep How, I ask, how can anything be as immaculate as her? And I fear, without her, her beauty may live on forever. |