Poem 4# Beautiful Life

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So many times I wished to be you
'Cause then I'd become a better version of me
But I wouldn't want to be someone else
If that person would never want to be me

I hate to admit that you're better than I am
Stronger and more beautiful than I could ever try to be
People say I look just like you
I only wish my mind and soul did too.

Once, twice, thrice, I saw you
Too impeccabbly astoundingly attractive to be true
But it's real, you're near me, you're made of flesh and blood
You move like a sexy ghost I would see in a dream

And I can never tell you that I've got a crush on you
Too disgusted by myself to admit that this might turn out to be girl on girl love
Oh my, I won't tell you, I'll always keep the secret
That I'm in love with a naked ghost I helped to get dressed for her concert.

And I can never tell you that I adore you
You're too kindhearted and sensible and impeccably patient to not be thoroughly loved ....by anyone
But this love is not the same I feel for a boy

It would be too strange to kiss you
It would be too weird to love you
I don't really want to touch you
But I want you to think of touching me

And I know that it's wrong
To open my mind and soul along the way
I should have kept silent, I should have lurked in the dark
Under my dress, in my bed
In the darkness of the night extending perinially in my mind.

Smooth and soft
Behold your skin and body
Hair, breasts, eyes...
And sometimes I think that
you're almost as unpredictable as the coming
Of Jesus Christ the Lord.

Even your breath is beautiful.
So soft and smooth and small
Warm and next to me with the smell of your hair like earth, shampoo and sunflowers.

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