One Direction Poem's

Poem 48

10 years ago, I looked at you.

I saw you in the shadows, your eyes a bright, electric blue.

You were nervous, scared, biting your nail.

Unknown of what the future will unveil.

So didn’t I, I thought we won’t be together.

We battled against fate, I thought we were forever.

Your lip biting and your glances, I was aware.

As I stared from behind, that beanie over your hair.

Traveled to the stage, following closely behind.

As my heartbeat breaks out and starts to unwind.

Accepted as one as I finally cried out.

Legs around waist, I carried you without doubt.

9 years ago, I was your best friend.

Pinky promises made, for our friendship to never end.

Bracelets and charms, we were the bright pair.

Exchanging our fancy clothes and even the odd underwear.

We danced and sung, on stage and at home.

We flew around the Earth, from Paris to Rome.

Tours on end but I never lose my smile.

All because you were with me that whole time while.

Feelings were rising and I was confused.

I didn’t know what I was, so my mind I started to lose.

You comforted and gave me a happy grin.

You hugged me out until I was just warm skin.

8 years ago, I was curious.

My feelings grew crazy as I became furious.

2 years of knowing you, what was I to expect?

I was falling in love with you, and I was completely wrecked.

What was I meant to do? I kept on asking my head.

If I told you how I felt, I would probably end up dead.

I kept myself hidden, my sexuality inside.

As I kept a smile out for as long as I tried.

7 years ago, I was never steady.

I wanted to tell you I loved you already!

The signs were clear, you loved me too.

I just wanted to know for sure, I need another clue.

I looked into blue eyes and saw my whole world.

I watched your eye lashes flicker, as your lips started to curl.

You spoke in a whisper, I need to tell you something.

You had a girlfriend you said, and my heart started to sting.

6 years ago, I watched you down town with that girl.

My teeth grinded down as my stomach started to whirl.

Brown eyes, brown hair. That should be me.

The one that’s holding her hand with my precious Louis.

5 years ago, I watched you scream with glee.