Ok, so this may be another love poem
                              About a trivial moment 
                              That she probably doesn't remember 
                              That I've massively heightened with feelings,
                              But it felt like something to me.
                              I walked into the classroom
                              My seat full
                              "come sit here" she said
                              I smiled and slotted in
                              Hoping this lesson could last forever
                              We make comments, under our breath
                              Silent groans and murmured cheers,
                              Then, our eyes catch
                              She was probably trying to say something
                              But no words fall from her mouth
                              I should look away
                              But her dark eyes are too hypnotic 
                              Like black holes
                              That swallow up all words or attempt at small talk
                              They contain millions of universes, full of possibilities
                              Stars made inside of them
                              No thoughts can exist here
                              If I look too deeply, maybe I wont stop
                              But I belong in this moment 
                              I would happily sit here if not forever
                              At least a day or two
                              Drowning in stardust
                              "I like your glasses" she says
                              Forcing me to look away to hide my blush
                              My gaze returns
                              Tell me more I silently beg
                              My brain analyses the truth of her words
                              Should I return the compliment?
                              But then it would feel ingenuine 
                              "this is awkward"
                              She ends the staring match
                              I look away
                              Buzzing, with light
                              So this may've been a love poem
                              As cliché as the rest
                              About a moment that shouldn't mean much
                              That I'll look back over and cringe
                              But you know what 
                              I don't care
                              As this is truly living. 
                              
                              notes:
                              So I may have gotten a bit side tracked so uploading 4 already written poems about crushes and the nice bit of them as I feel I do spend a lot of time focusing on the negative bits. (title is meant to be crossed out but I couldn't work out how to do that
                              
                              
                                      
                                          
                                   
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52 weeks of positivity (kinda)
PoesíaCompleted 4th jan 2020 My attempt at this challange, My poems may not always be "positive" but I'm trying to do the 52 weeks of positivity through being positive about my work. It's so much easier to be humble and put yourself down. Then to say "oi...
 
                                               
                                                  