Him

There was something about his voice

So soft and gentle

He left me with no choice

I felt so experimental

 

His eyes were so sweet

I fell deeper and deeper

Hoping he couldn't her the beat

From the heart of a keeper

 

I was deeply in love with his smile

So white and precious

Something I had not seen in a while

I suddenly found myself breathless

 

I was longing for his touch

So i searched for his eyes

This was way too much

I wish I had a disguise

 

My heart started to beat faster

I looked at the clock

He was like a master

When it came to rock

 

So I sat there in silence

To afraid to say a word

This was like science

Except… I was not the nerd

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Sad, sad sadness. Tis awful when situations, fact or fiction crop up in life or imagination.. pain is pain however it strikes us. You write with a very gentle hand.. words seem to just flow instinctively with almost regular metre.

Thank you for sharing, maybe sharing has helped, if only for you to see your own thoughts.

[Another brick in the wall]

Thank you for the review! Sometimes the pain we feel inside provides us with inspiration to create different stories, or works, covered in sadness.

[emmajoy]

Was told by a granny years ago, read it since, that: everything we see, every person we ever meet, every place we go and, vitally, everything we experience, is what makes each of who we are in our unique being. Just a thought to think. :)

[Another brick in the wall]

That is some very true and profound words! A very wise granny :)

[emmajoy]

She certainly was!

[Addict With a Pen]

Wow! I love the emotion in this! Lovely how you worded this poem and created both personalities. I feel you perfectly described what its like to look at someone and feel longing.
Great job!
I can't wait to read more of your work!

[Another brick in the wall]

Thank you! This is not some of my best work, but I am glad someone liked it!