Should I move forward?
Or should I take a step back?
Is it selfish of me
To be playing with your feelings like that
When I'm not sure what I'll do
If we become something a lot more than we are?
Should I restrain my heart?
Or should I let time tell me?
Tell me my company, should I pull away from you?
Or should I pull you closer?
Tell me my dear, from you should I pull away?
What are these mood swings
Shy one time and scared the other
Please give me a sign
Should I have fun while it lasts?
Or should I control it from the start?
Your eyes
They speak to me in a different
One time I see them full of adoration
For my petty little self
Other time I see our future
All ruined and messed up
Because of me
A riot is forming up in my heart
Like a tornado just about to swallow everything away
Silence these storms
Steady these waters
Tell me my dear, give me the answers.
P.S(I wrote this when I suddenly stopped smiling and dread filled me, while looking into his eyes.)
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'THE BOY' || Poetry
PoetryFor me, he will always be 'The Boy.' A boy who likes the girl no boy has ever liked. A boy who finds beauty in her and adores her. Her, who has never been adored by another. A book dedicated to the boy who filled my life with sunshines and happiness...
