Beyond The Scenes; Poems

Messages

What is this feeling inside my chest?

And what are this thoughts in my head?

I know it's stupid, there are just messages,

But I can't stop that little smile

That forms in my face

Every time you respond me.

Haven't seem you in months and

Know that the most probable is

That you have better thing to do,

Than talk to me.

Don't blame me for thinking this,

There are better girls for you

There outside in the real world, not

In a chat with me.

This is wrong, I keep saying to myself,

Why I am doing this?

I see you connected

But we don't talk at all.

I have seen you leaf me in seen, and

Don't know why it hurts me, maybe

You just got bored of me.

Trying to move the mouse for erasing

The messages that you send me

But don't find the courage to do it,

Is the only memory that I keep of you.

Feel scared of what you will say me

Cause it affects me in such a way

That I can't explain.

You know much more than I do,

Is the truth, say what you got to say,

What you want to say.

Don't know why I'm not scared

Of saying you my truth and

Who I really am, maybe because

I know that I won't have to

Confront and see you tomorrow.

So I got to wait for you to speak and

Don't hear the judgement of the

Rest of the people of what they may say.

They don't really know me,

They don't know you, I'm just intrigated

Of all the mystery that you hide

And don't say.

Want to know you well and that person

To whom I don't have to hide my secrets

And can talk to for hour like we just to do.

Like I would like to do but can't