I don't speak,
not a sound.
There's nothing I could say
to make you stay.
Look at me,
my heart is truly yours--
for these things,
we don't have words.
When it's so cliche to say:
my heart is in it, but my mind
tells me to runaway.
Who are you?
Do I believe the things that you say?
When you're barely speaking to me.
You exist, I have seen you.
but with those eyes, I have cried at the thought of you.
I won't lie,
I can't lie,
I've never had this feeling
and I'm not sure how to describe it:
Fear,
or love...
Both of the above?
This hopeless romance,
built of so much fantasy.
It's so unreal,
but I'll still get hurt.
So please, don't ask me why,
I don't say a thing.
[It's a 11:10..we're waiting in AP GOV.
I made a wish..]
Friday, November 11, 2011
-Poem-
Posted by bmiller at 8:32 AM
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