Walking down the halls;
you're barely ten feet away.
I can see the smile on your face,
but no matter how hard I look,
I can't seem
to find it
in your eyes.
I wish I could say
I want you.
I wonder sometimes
if maybe that would make you
smile.
Would those three words
~echo through your mind~
Would those three words
~start a fire in your heart~
Would those three words
~make you want me back~
~?~
~?~
~?~
You walk home with your friends;
I wish I was one of them.
I could get to know you
I could be near you
Maybe I'd even get to be less shy
so that maybe one day I could say
those
three
words
instead of writing them down like some
coward
as if one day
some way
you'll read them.
I wonder;
Would those three words
~echo through your mind~
Would those three words
~start a fire in your heart~
Would those three words
~make you want me back~
~?~
YOU ARE READING
Organized Chaos - These are My Thoughts
PoetryNo, 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...
