Posts Tagged ‘ stare ’

Egg shells & broken glass

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Usually
There’s a
cause
For every action,

A rhyme
For every reason
Purpose behind
The damage,

And A desire
For way more
When your
starring
And not just
Glancing.

Oh my
How I fancy
You
But you’re
Further than
The moon
at noon,

My heart
Is melting
Faster than
Plastic under the
AZ sun in June,

I’m not allowed
To communicate
With you
So there isn’t really much
That I’m able to do…

Other than
Admire from afar,

Leaving me desperate
With my hearts doors open/ajar,

Which can be a little scary
When your alone in the dark,

I can see it in your eyes
A shine of a guilty spark

You want to take my hand
And stroll with me at the park

However the boyfriend
Wouldn’t like it
So I keep my eyes
On the stars

The egg shells are nothing compared
To The glass I’m walking on
Oh how the wanting
It smarts…

Sit & Wait

I sit

and I wait,

fait

is sure to come.

I’ve noticed never when I want it

no matter how fast I run,

towards it

I absorb hits

still leaving me with none,

of the excitement

fear ignites with,

waiting

you’re no fun

Ring-a-ling

badly

do I want

to give your phone

a ring,

but sadly

I know

that your probably

somewhere out or in with him,

I’ve never met him

im not threatened

but I know he makes

your heart sing,

and as my muse

for a brief moment

I know what I want

is that  something,

my thirst isn’t quenched

by those

who to me

do the calling,

is this my payback

possibly that

or I want what isn’t for me

to be having,

so I just admire you

from instagram

since I have no reason

to give you a ring-a-ling,

although I know

if we did anything

I’d have you stuck in repeat

like your all time favorite movie scene,

and yet still I don’t call

because to me

rejection

is the worst thing,

they say it’s better

to have loved and lost

but as a writer

I need my torturing,

with that said

I leave my wanting

held on the line

hanging

Hey…

hey…

hey…

hey…

there’s something I don’t want to, but I need to say…

I’ve been stuck

on you

in a very berry-bananna/pinapple-cherry

sort of way,

something like

all my favorite fruity flavors

blended in

and im slowly sipping away,

I’m not a Facebook troll

but my mouse

oh (Lord) how it scrolls

all the live long day,

going through out

your photos and your main time line page

wanting to “like” everything

that the digital you,  lays…

me not wanting

to cling too munch

pushes that thought

right out the way…

No one is too shy

to call you beautiful

so flattery

is just way too gay,

but oh my Deity how your every pose

intrigues

and puts a caption on my heart

in a very strong way…

My Dear, you Damn near

make me choke

on my own coffee

burning my tongue,

wishing the difference

between you &  I

weren’t so many and close between

like a tickle in my throat escalating to my lung,

having an effect

on my speech

making a man with nerves of steel

feel very nervous & high-strung,

knowing I can’t entice you

with dedication

and promises of strength

hung,

oh how you rung

my bell

and I want you

to keep on ringing,

what this hunch back

of notre dame

has been training for

and waiting,

damsel of the tower

leap off

I have my arms

open

for saving,

but that

flag

you don’t seem

to be waiving…

so what

on earth

can I do

today?

besides

makes references

in a very

dorky way,

and spill out

my obession

in a nursery rhyme

poem format sort of way,

I guess

nothing much

but say

 hey