Queasy Stomach

Queasy Stomach

Life’s not easy.

Decisions are hard,

And my stomach’s queasy.

Who is this girl with the blue-green eyes and the yellow curls?

Oh, you don’t say?

She’s a walking cliché?

A warm smile and warm embrace?

Could she be more than just a pretty face?

There’s so much, I’m not sure where to start,

For one, this girl, she’s got heart.

And boy can she sing,

With a voice like hers, I’m tempted to check for wings.

That’s not all,

This girl, she’s pretty sweet.

She’s brave; she’s not afraid to be swept off her feet.

What an intense combination.

Sometimes, I wonder if maybe she’s just something I dreamed,

Some figment of my imagination.

And if she is real,

What’s going on inside?

How many things are left unsaid because she’s shy?

I have to know, so I’ll keep going deeper,

And that takes time, so I guess I’ll have to keep her.

 

I love you Brittney.

Reviews

[Kaotic Barbie]

This was really sweet. Your rhyming was very on key! I can't wait to read more of your work..