You know I never knew how much I loved you
Until you looked at me...
Never really realized how much you meant to me.
Yet you don't seem to initiate or strike up your pose...
You talk of your dreams and your lifestyle.
How new and fresh and vivid it is...
To see your eyes meet my eyes.
How EVERYTIME I stare you don't even move...
You with those big eyes...
That lure me by surprise, hold me tight, and never let me go.
I want your embrace, your hair to play with, your hand to hold...
I never want to see you hungry to see me.
Just on the move to see me.
I know our worlds were never suppose to meet.
Yet I have a habit of meeting across your type of world.
I dream of you every night...I still do...
I wonder if you dream of me as much as I dream of you?
Your hands can string a guitar gracefully and strum a harp without effort needed...
Yet
You don't seem to realize what you want.
You want another world, a world that you can be all too familiar with.
You want a world where you are the star of if all.
A world with grand gestures given to you on a silver platter.
No
You are not what I was hoping for.
Yet
You are a raccoon....
My silly, old, mischievous, undeniably clever...raccoon
Where you once had my heart as a pet I now have turned tables...
Only this time, I am with a new pet peeve to admire.
It's called "never-doubt-yourself-ever-again."
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Simplest Form For You And Me
PoesiaThis is Poetry. Just anything I can think of to write. It'll relate to you or it won't. All of these are some thoughts or ideas. Interpret what you will of simplest form for you and me.
