Mystery

He's a mystery to me

You're a mystery

Just like tomorrow

Some day's you'll talk to me

Other you'll just look at me

 

I don't know what to make of it

I keep finding out reasons to look in your direction

Like a little school girl crush

You seem to take common sense out of me

 

Your perfection is blinding

Your  hair looks so soft

Your blue eyes so deep

They hold me aloft

 

 When you ask me a question

I don't know what to say

My words tumble together

and I ramble all day

 

It's driving me crazy

That I don't know what to expect

But each day is something new

You're my own mystery

 

Author's Note

Thanks to my brother Nikolas for vocab ideas

Reviews

[Dillon Cotter]

i like this, there is a mystery out there and even in some people. it makes them kinda different but awesome. good job!

-Will

[A]

This is really good! The only critique I have is the "you're." You're is you are. This line, "Your'e perfection is blinding" would make more sense if you put "Your perfection is blinding." Rather than "You are perfection is blinding." See what I'm saying? Well, hope it helps. :) Other then that, this poem is really good! :)