Untitled No. 1

He walks with steps almost as heavy

as the burdens he must carry.

And she wants to tell him that

his hazel eyes look like

lakes in mid-June

but all she can spit out are

unfinished thoughts and sentences

ending in "nevermind"s and

"I don't know"s.

All she wants him to know is that

he is a poem with feet

and she is dying to fall asleep

to his heartbeat and perhaps

she is not the answer to the

millions of questions that lay

rattled in his mind with

other 3 am thoughts.

Maybe the answer to the

questions he has isn't another

person but rather something

only he can discover.

She's just hoping she can be

there when he does so.

(M.S.)

Reviews

[katnisscat]

This is so pretty. Please, never stop writing. Please.

[Maddi Snowden]

Oh my, thank you so much for taking time to read through some of my poems! I really appreciate it! Hopefully I will never stop! (:

[PoetryPenPal]

I loved every paragraph, line and word in this poem. It was a very sweet poem and it was easy to read and understand. Thank you for posting this wonderful poem!