All These Thoughts.

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    All These Thoughts.



    I didn't think it would hurt that much.
    I never thought it would get to him like it did.
    I didn't think it would take any effect - as much as it did.

    He's seen me at my best, but also at my worst.
    He's always been there for me, no matter what it might of been.
    He takes my sickness away by his touch of his precious, tender lips;
    And once again - I start to fall in love all over again.
    Althought I feel like it's wrong of me to have feelings so strong at only two months, it onlys feels so right.

    "I love you" is too strong of me to say, so I'll just wait 'til it flows in our way.
    I wouldn't want to make him uncomfortable and put him on the spot.
    There are so many questions, but can't decide which ones to say.
    Being open is hard to be now, I'm not use to it too much as well as i use to be.
    It scares me to not know how he would react.

    A little bit of help would be nice; It's not easy to do alone.
    It happens to be a "deep" pain;
    I tend to do it when things go to shame.
    Nobody understands, Nobody ever will.
    I can't take it, neither help it.

    They ask what is wrong. And of course, I lie.
    I don't let them see what is really inside.
    He won't make me cry like the last.
    He's nothing like the others and what they did in the past.
    It seems like it takes only a few months, for them to screw me over and take the best of me; as the months go by, hopefully this one won't do the same, watch you'll see.

    All I want is for one guy to prove to me they're NOT all the same, so now i would want to ask, Is HE not going to be in the same game?


    [2007]

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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