Weight of Words

Sweet Sorrow

The intrigue and allure of it all.
I tripped, stumbled and took the unwanted fall.

Situations ..I may have over analyzed.
Yet there's nothing about this guy to find, that I don't like...

Spoken words that caught me before I could even run. A whirlwind of intriguing, unforgettable conversation.

"The woman whose heart was made of rock."
I'm beginning to realize that it was not.

I just keep writing him into every piece of poetry.
Making it painfully obvious, he has a hold on me.

The idea of him keeps messing with my thoughts.
The words I meant to write, are no longer and he becomes the plot.

Although, I'll admit that I don't know what I feel. Keep tormenting myself over something that's not even real.

William Shakespeare, I need to define this.

"Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is."

"Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast."

I should've slowed down my pace...
Perhaps, I wouldn't be in such an unknowing place.