I have my thoughts,
Tell me you have some too,
I thought of you,
Don't say the words to the one beside you.Strawberries rise,
So do the butterflies,
I see it all in you,
At least I thought I did too.
You can push and bruise,
You can turn left or right,
But as for me, I stay frozen still,
Can't make up my mind, can't even find,Someone like you.
Like a viscous ocean,
I was pulled in, and pushed back out.
But she hasn't even bothered to try,
She didn't even have one doubt.Three moths, drawn to the flame,
Only one can be zapped with the power of love,
I'm here, I can say I'll go through the pain,
And that I'm not something to get rid of.
Instead you play a game,
Ini, Mini, Miney Mo,
Land your finger on one and observe,
But you end up stuck in the meadows,
When she doesn't deserve,Someone like you.
I can say it once,
Or twice if you want,
I'm not a puppet on a string,
Or something you can haunt.Paper airplanes wisp through the air,
Said as fun but soon crystal clear,
You played pebbles on the window,
And fiddled with the tears.
You promised the words,
Don't repeat them ever again,
Because I can cross out the three words with all pain,Someone like you.
YOU ARE READING
Graceful
RandomJust a gathering of poems and short stories...because sometimes I get bored..