I can see you coming across my way.
I knew what I was going to do when this day came.
You see, I can sense things on certain people that I keep hidden in a chasm deep down in my mind.
I can tell you things about yourself by just looking your way.
It is a gift perhaps.
I don't share it with many,
For the knowing of what may be said about me.
I can hear the whispers now.
I do not practice dark arts.
There is no burning need for me to be enamored in that area.
Suddenly, I am interrupted in my thoughts by you.
"Hello."
"Do You always sneak around like that?"
"Ha, it depends."
"So, I was wondering?"
"Wonder, no more. I know what your going to say."
"Really?"
"Yes, and I do not wish to be blinded by your manly beauty and charms, and yet I still want you."
"Okay, well that was deep."
"Hmm, that's how I am. Oh, and by the way, if you do anything to me that is unpleasant, I will be worse to you than when we were kids."
And, I got up faced him. And let him read my eyes.
And I could see fright in his eyes.
Finally, he said:
"Well, then, um..."
"Thought so. You know I am a tease, right?"
"Oh, Damn. Okay haha. Friday then."
"Yes, Friday";
Then I left.
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שיריםThese poems are simply my emotions. Most of these poems are fictionalized while some are loosely based upon my own experiences. I never thought that I would express my feelings and aspirations with anyone but myself. I surprised myself when I starte...
