My personal Hell

1st Poem

I could write a beautiful poem about you

I know I could

But I'm not a poet.

I could sing you a gorgeous melody

I'm sure I could

But I'm not a singer.

I could tell you all the sweet words you want to hear

And I know I could

But I'm not a liar.

I could tell you how I feel about you

We both know I could

But why would I reduce what we have to a combination of 26 letters?

Words don't mean a thing

And you mean so much to me.

I know you know

And I know you know that I know that you know

But I'm just chocking on my words

And, boy, I bet your laughing

That smile...

I could tell you I would kill just to see it

I know I could. You know I could

But you already know it

There's only one thing you don't know

And it's how my entire world shakes

Everytime you kiss me,

Everytime you hug me,

Everytime your breathtaking brown eyes meet mines.

I know you're dying to know why

But it's so unimportante,

So uninteresting

That it hurts me to bother you with it

But the truth is

I remember what you said

And as I've said a hundred times before

A mind is a terrible thing to have.

You said my eyes were pretty

My regular, commum, empty brown eyes are pretty...

You said when the sun lights them up they get even more beautiful

And I know I smiled and burried my face on your chest

But, as soon as my smile got out of your sight

It faded.

You know why?

Because now there's only one thing left to ask.

What will happen when the sun wents down

And the night comes out?

What will happen when there's no light

And all that's left is darkness?