I think I love the way he talks
Maybe even what he does
His smile is contagious
His laughter fills me with warmth
Hugs from him, send through me a little buzz
I think I love the way he looks at me
As if I were a rarity among many
I assure you, I'm normal
I may be a bit formal
But I can't see myself as a shiny penny
I think I love the way he looks up
As he trys to remember
Some silly thing from a game or movie
And then the face of clarity when he does, sobers me right up
I think I love the feel of his hair through my fingers
As I run my hand across his scalp
Just us sitting there peacefully, as time flies by
The feeling of the soft strands lingers
Maybe if I fantasize longer
I could just feel the brush of his mouth
I think I love his warmth
That seems to be himself
His kindness and his body heat
That seem to wrap me up
I think I could love the opportunity to love
And not just love like before
I can see clearly now and won't be blinded again
I could do this, just once more
I'm terrified of course
And shakily moving forward
I keep on standing there and he seems to get a clue
He takes my hand
I think he understands
There's certain things I can't walk through
Patiently he waits for me
Just to keep up
I want to run and leap and jump
But my limits are too small
He comes back for me
He always does
And guides me through the wall
I created this maze
I just need to go through it
I'm scared of the outside
But somehow I'll do it
I slowly walk through the broken walls
I never thought could fall
Surprise and apprehension
I stop to take a look
Back there, they all crumbled
And I stand at the last, with a door
It is cracked open
Only one thing left to do
My emotions are spoken
After all its been broken
And I think that's why I should say
I love you
A/N: Still no proper update schedule yet. I just keep putting myself in a deeper hole and the loss of a loved one doesn't get easier. Luckily I do have a little more support than I did before, as you can see with this poem. My emotions have been pretty jumbled up lately and I've been depressed. I'm really trying but it's never enough. Anyways updates are still random and probably will be for the next few months, if I want to be realistic at the rate I'm going. Vote, comment what you think, it is almost 3 AM here so I'm sorry if there's mistakes. I couldn't sleep, as usual. And I just had a lot on my mind, so I decided what's the harm in trying to make semi decent sleep deprived content? Heh I guess I will see.
Until then.~~RDP~~

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Living In The Mind's Cage
PoesíaThe poems start inexperienced, I was younger then. As you read further it shows my growth as a person and my fallbacks. Maturing slowly through each one. It's my mental journey. These are poems are my outlet and help me with my issues when I can't d...