As I was falling...A Poem by NoeldeeptzIt is a classic tale of guy meets girl, likes girl and hope girl likes him in return
When our hands first touched There was no novel-like afterwards
There was no spark There was no knowing There was only wonder At how a human hand was dis tender(perfect balance, not too tender, and not slightly tough) A few days later I saw a piece of her heart, It didn't ring any bell, nor give any ideas All it made me think was How beautiful her soul is. She walked by me and smiled I smiled in return making it a to-do To tell her "your heart is beautiful". The first night I went to her house She was again showing her beautiful heart She was helping this old man. Because his bones were rickety I walked towards her and said "it" to her She said to me same and from there it began to happen, She asked me in for a bite of cake I in return asked her out for dinner later All I thought was she'd make a good friend. Many nights later I could not sleep I turned and turned on my giant water-bed Still, sleep didn't come to ease my tire I looked at my window and her image I saw Her smile to me gave rest I already was struck and I couldn't stop it I didn't even want to stop it for it was pleasant to me I tried to put my feelings to paper But nothing came out I thought and thought But nothing still So I walked to her house With the full moon supporting I stopped in front of her house And I called out her name She came out smiling And I said "Ariel, if I couldn't see your soul, and all I could see was your smile, I'll hold it forever etched in my mind. But I see your smile and your soul, and I'm in love with you. Will you be mine and let this be true"? To be continued..... © 2013 NoeldeeptzReviews
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4 Reviews Added on September 30, 2013 Last Updated on September 30, 2013 AuthorNoeldeeptzlagos, NigeriaAboutMy legal name is Salami Kola. I'm a young man discovering the beauties and dynamics of life. Writing is one of the things I do to understand life. You may find the things I write ambiguous, ask me and.. more..Writing
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