Standing in a sea
Warm flesh pressing up
scratchy shirts flowing by
But yet my vision fades
You're here
Everything is ignored
People clearing out
While we stand around
I look down,
nervous
anxious
I don't know what to do
But it seems like
I don't have to
I look up;
Connection
I shut my eyes
My mouth parting
as we separate
once more
We stare at each other
Bright red faces
Panting ever so slightly
Your hair getting messy
My heart cries
As I lean in once more
Connection
My hand trails down your hair
The other on your shoulder
It's not awkward anymore
Just right
My eyes open to
See your pretty face
Your incredibly adorable face
But all I see is white
Shit
A dream
I curl up in mortification
Why?
I felt so alive
But I'm so dead inside
Why did this connection
have to be a ruse?
YOU ARE READING
constantly blooming.
Poetry'i will never stop blooming, like an eternal rose of flame... i may have my times of smolder and small sparks, but i will always become a huge inferno in the end... and nothing can stop me.' Collection of poetry and prose between the ages of 10-15...
