The sharp look of his eyes
Stare at mine with deep emotion
Running hundreds of paths and miles
Emotionally searching for my heart's devotion
I do nothing but stare
mesmerized by their intense vision
trapping me in a snare
immersed with huge indecision.
Does he want me or does he want me not?
Though he smiles at me with joy
and is just a boy
he fills my stomach with knots.
Moments and seconds pass
yet we don't stop looking at each other
standing in a bunch of grass
not caring what's happening any further.
Are my feelings confused
or are they just dream fused
in such impossible thoughts
merely incapable of joining the dots?
Helplessly I'm falling into an imaginary pit
his curly hair moves perfectly with the wind
besides a light so dimly lit
and a bird so colorfully winged.
He leans and takes my hand
holds it firmly like if I'm in demand
stroking it with kindness
below the Sun's brightness.
The wind blows through my hair
icy cold waves rush against my skin
as I notice the jealous girls' stares
not even having any idea of how happy we've been...
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A few months passed
our attraction didn't surpass
guess he didn't need me
never even loved me.
What in the world did I need to be, so that I had been the "perfect" girl for him?
Everything's now a memory,
just living forever in a state of ever lasting reverie.
YOU ARE READING
"Unrealness."
RomanceThis poem talks about a situation when you think you've found the right person for you, but then later realize that it was just a made up illusion created upon you by him.
