It's almost December.
The shine in your eyes
revealed a lie by my mouth:
I'm already attached to you.
The redness in my eyes,
revealed a truth to you
I've spent nights thinking
about you.
Under the pastel blue ceiling,
I have been immature.
Foolish thoughts I have scored
14 to 21, you have won me over,
but my bed with its sinking feats
never will grow close to yours.
A wall, in place, a clear boundary
I cannot ignore -
you have won me over.
Tropical you are to the cold,
winter nights of Pennsylvania.
I have been caught by the palms,
and you are meandering along
your own roads and destinations.
I don't know why you became such a prize
when I'm such a distraction.
I'll be on the sidelines,
while you build your own foundations.
I will never stop you, to look at me.
I will never force you
to fall into me.
I will just keep searching for the one.
Even if you never look at me,
like you just fell in love.
YOU ARE READING
It's Raining Outside
Poetry[Completed] 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃. I don't know how else to say this, but... 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐬; 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧�...
