I write what I can't say out loud.
I'm trying not to think about you, but
I can't resist
My mind drifts to your slow smile,
how it moves
from your lips to your eyes--
Or is it the reverse? How it lifts me
from my ordinary self.
Do you ever want to hold my hand?
When we're talking, and others join us,when you laugh with them,I feel tangled up inside, angry. I struggle not to be rude.
I want to be alone with you..
I love our aloneness.
When I listen to music, I imagine slow dancing with you, and you whisper into my hair, "You are my one true love," and I smile
And know
why people write music and paint
and dance, lifted as if they can fly,because this ache
crashing inside
Needs to be free.
Sometimes,love
becomes a melody
Others hum for years.
YOU ARE READING
Secrets
RandomWell, this isn't exactly a book.But it might be considered as one.This one is a poem book.Some I experienced and some are because I want to write what I feel.So,I hope you enjoy reading this.I'll still continue to update.
