651 Days

A little bit of absent-minded school time put to better use.

There are days where

I wish to observe, and

Take your mannerisms in; hour by hour

I want to learn how you walk,

React, breathe, express your anger.

 

I want to know what makes you tick.

 

There are hours that i spend

Thinking of situations I've been in

That i wonder how you would

Have reacted, and if you

Would have said the same.

 

There are other days where

I hope to question you, spill

Secrets in hour-long conversations

Like we used to.

 

I want to know who you were before you met me.

 

I want to share stories

Of innocense and i'd

Love to hear you're dreams...

Reviews

[Gastroc.]

i really enjoyed this. i feel we all go through this at some point- very easy to relate to.

"I want to know who you were before you met me." -- seemingly simple but a stunning line. i've thought this about my husband. it's a thought that you can contemplate for hours.

good job.

[October]

This is so sweet.

I feel the same way about some people.
I just want to get to know them.
Like, everything about them.

Well, anyway,
Good write.

Thanks for sharing.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

A wonderful poem full of wondering and longing. Thank you. Quite lovely.
Light,
Siddartha

[Kara Emily Krantz]

I love this piece my dear :) it reads so well, flows so well, and i'm glad you sent it my way.

the development of the piece works really well. i was intrigued straight through.