Some days all it takes is one look into your brown eyes
One glance at those soft waves and those wire glasses frames
And I can’t help but to think about how perfect you are
Since day one i felt it, Since day one i knew
There is something special and wonderful about you
I don’t know what it was that stole my heart
After a few years of poor choices i knew it wasn’t smart
But you were something i needed,
Someone kind to put in my life
But now, now i feel such strife
Because loving you is great
But not getting loved back is worse
What happened to those glances over your painting in class
Those looks in the hall as we pass
What did those nine days do to you
Because friday, i could have sworn you noticed me too
Why are you so perfect, that it makes me hurt
Why are you so god damn perfect
That i wanted your attention worse and worse
Why do i dream about you at night
Even though we’ve only talked twice
Loving you brings me purpose
But then again, loving you sucks big time
I didn’t get the chance to read all of your poetry just yet but I couldn’t help but notice a lot of your work are love poems. Although you write free verse you seem to me like a modern day Shakespeare or WB Yeats and the girl with the brown eyes, wavy hair and glasses is your Maude Gonne. I do truly hope your feelings are requited.
Thank you, it’s just been hard to focus on other topics lately. i’ve been rather troubled
You know what they say. You can’t win without trying.
I guess not.