My Poems (COMPLETED)

You.

I take my time walking through the grass; though it feels like I'm walking on super thin glass.

I want to get to you, but I don't know how! So why can't you just come to me now?

The image of you lingers on in my brain; will I ever be able to hop off this train?

This train of love!

Its like you're a part of me; I just can't let you go.

I trip and fall, but I know I must get to you.

I guess its your beauty that caught me off guard,

now as I'm walking through some old lady's backyard.

I can't help but think about your hair;

how your presence is like a breath of naturally fresh air.