I've told him I love him,
But not how he knows.
Anyone who loved him,
Never loved his soul.
They loved how he looked,
But never his mind.
He'll never understand,
But I'll tell him in time.
His presence is loud,
His stance is proud.
His soul is soft,
His heart is rough.
He's not alone,
Like he's been told.
He's hard to understand,
Such a metaphorical man.
So everyone behold,
His story, untold.
6/12/15
(I just realized I wrote this on his birthday.)
YOU ARE READING
From My Mind To Your Pages
PoetryI have to get the words out of my head sometimes. This is a completed work of 9 years worth of writing about the boy I was in love with. 9 years of expressing my emotions in written form. 9 years of him reading every word and treating me like shit a...
