Written on Monday
24/10/2022
At 20: 29
Round up, kids, I have a story to tell,
Of how for your mother I fell.
I was seven when I started to sell,
Roses just for your mom to smell.
Oh boy, I was smitten,
Didn't know by which bee I was bitten.
My eyes followed her where ever she went,
Attracted they were like a magnet.
Everyone seemed to know my secret,
But I couldn't care less at that point.
I don't think she even knew my name,
But it didn't matter because I was in love all the same.
I don't think she knew I existed until uni,
When she started to pay attention to me.
She used to give me these shy smiles from across the class,
That made my heart beat a weird rhythm in my ears.
She used to watch me from the corner of her eye through her window,
And I used to pray every night to my pillow.
Oh how I wanted to call her mine,
Stay with her even after nine.
Then one day she asked me out on a date,
Made me want to scream to tell the whole state.
Over the moon was an understatement of how I felt,
On top the universe is more accurate.
Even after 20 years, she still takes my breath away,
Pretty much like she did that first day.
When she met a quirky, little kid,
Playing games was all he did.
Until she crashed his world like a storm progressed,
And left him utterly and forever obsessed.
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PoetryIf you're looking for some poetry, you've come to the right place...or book. This is a collection of poems I have written over the years. Some poems talk about bullying, suicide, abuse, etc. so be aware. I hope you enjoy what I write.
