You looked at me when no one would
You smiled at me when no one could
Life went by, yet we stood still
Holding me with your gaze your will
I want to know everything you think
The feelings behind every smile and wink
I long to hear your resounding laugh and playful touch as you smile back
I need to feel your hand in mine holding me close not just to pass the time,
But because you can and want to know why you find you can't let go
Now you smile at me every time we pass
I stop and wave, walk away and laugh
A smile plays across your lips,
As if you long to know what it'd be like to kiss
I wait for you, just to you pass
And every tim
This poem is lame; This poem is strange.
It's boring; It's stupid; It wont get me fame.
This poem is red; This poem is green.
This poem is all of the colours not in-between.
Thispoemisshort; T h i s p o e m i s l o n g.
It's entertaining; It's weak; It's strong.
Why are you reading? Why don't you write?
Why not put pen to paper. Make it dark; Make it bright!
Were my words that important that you'd continue to read as I write?
It's activity to pass the unbearable night.
Fight through th
It is when the sun is not quite up,
and the moon has not quite disappeared from the sky,
that they appear.
A creature so sweet and beautiful,
is always captured by my own species.
They kill this creature,
and put it up for display.
'A fine specimen,' my father would say.
Let it be those who capture beauty,
That can never become the beauty of a butterfly.