I told my friends, now they won't stop asking
you're the one I answer for.
I see you there, in a studio shirt
the way you smile makes my heart hurt.
Your bright orange glasses
your bright shining smile
you walk right past me, though you should stay a while.
As you pass by, I follow with a stare
and when you see me standing there,
it makes me feel as if I can fly.
But then there are days
when you don't even look
And then it's as if
I'm a fish and you're the hook
I want to go after you
but I have my class
and goodness forbid
that I should be last.
So as you walk by
my heart flutters - then dies
Because all I can do
is follow with my eyes.
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Organized Chaos - These are My Thoughts
PoesieNo, These are not poems. So flimsy a thing as can be called a few words on a page. These are thoughts. Paper thoughts, broken and scattered and gone like the wind. Iron anvil thoughts, never leaving though it is all I can ever ask of them. Invisible...
