What is this feeling?
When I see him,
My heart flutters,
Not just to be with him.
No this is something else
My hands tremble, as do my legs,
As if I had too much coffee, many kegs.
My heart soared, my head spun
When you flashed me that bright smile,
My cheeks hurt afterward,
Oh heart! Why does he choose me to beguile?
When a faint blush tinged your face,
It might've been from the sun outside
But in my head you were happy too,
Happy I returned your smile.
Because deep in my heart,
Even though I don't know you
Not that well,
I long for something to start.
I hope to see something in your eyes,
But I only see amiable friendship,
Oh how my heart does despise.
Why will I never be enough
in your Blue fire eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Oleander-COMPLETED
PoetryALL RIGHTS RESERVED Her words were like oleander flowers, so delicate, like a gossamer spider string, but poisonous, like her scarred, despondent heart. *in other words, my crap poetry that is still really important to me*
