a smile that lights up my heart
and a laugh that awakens my soul,
these are what captured me, oh so quickly
to a place where my thoughts are quite bold.
his image is held by my waking day,
and in my dreams, together we run wild.
i have thoughts of skipping through field of lillies
with all the grace of a child.
he knows his affect on me,
but continues to taunt me still
he takes my hand, and off to neverland
are my thoughts, messy and shrill.
he won't take my hand
in the metaphorical stance,
for around his feelings
he likes to dance.
and even though he is not mine,
over him i continue to swoon
as i speak fondly of him to my friends
under the light of the full moon.
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Poetry
PoetryJust poems I write during school when I'm bored. Some are bad, especially the first few, but the rest aren't half bad. They're probably really dark but there should be one or two happy ones.
