Mini Poem Book I: Poems of My Soul

Buried

There's something

I'm hiding,

something that's

buried

I look at others,

feel like ignoring you,

there's a thought

of you that turns

my stomach to poison.

Your face is fresh

in my mind

even though I've

not seen it in months.

I always go

back to your soft

touch

I wish to cling

to that familiar

jacket

I want to

stare

at that perfect face

to marvel at

the dark eyes

the sparking makeup

the pale skin

and this is what

I bury.

I would kiss you.

And my world

of pain

would turn to bliss.

How many desperate

writ for your honor

have been locked away?

In which I

admit my feelings

proclaim my smitten-ness

and dare to get my love?

Why do I

feel

as though you

look at me

as if I were nothing?

Save me.

Save me from this doubt.

Or my feelings

will be buried

in the grave with me.

What loathsome roommates

they would make.