Glances

 

                       Glances. Everyday.                            Muttered hi's.
                     Wondering what they’re for.         Unexpressing my love.

                  It causes confusion within me, for it seems you do notice me,

               But are just too scared to talk, just as I am to do the same to you.

              After that trip to the windy city, I just don’t know what to think now,

            Since it seems we are back at square one, but now added is loneliness.

            Depression also came starting on the bus, when we'd constantly stared,

            But we soon diverted our attention to different things, you to the window.

            Me, I had soon gone back to my poems, and although they did not begin,

              to be meant to be about you, by the end of each one they really were.

                 So obviously you are still on my mind even when I try to block it.

                    And denial to my friends doesn’t work because they know,

                      That the truth is I do love you within my heart and soul.

                        So it’s true you can be love struck down to the core.

                           You agree it's painful to not see their thoughts,

                               And that love stinks so many times, too.

                                   There really is nothing else to do.

                                     But to think.  Ponder.  Glance.

   To wonder.  To be awed.

       To Crush.  To Hide.

               To Love.

                   <3

Reviews

[Tovli]

Beautiful! words and all! tovli.

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Great shape poem. You should have entered in my shape contest.

[Laoidhigh Uilleag]

It's a little cut off due to writers cafe, but I wrote it for english class one day...

[J.Black]

This is such a cool concept!
I enjoyed reading it.
:)