something special

this about someone from my workplace i foolishly developed feelings for. she doesn't know who she is and i doubt she'll ever read this.

gaze.

we're locking it on the shop floor

customers can't distract me from your allure

i'm not one to be on this love at first sight but i might,

just might be falling....

why?

i can't take my eyes of this prize

or block out this fantasy replaying in my mind.

we didn't even ever flirt on the sly

or have deep conversations in the dead of night.

why?

secretly you wasn't even fit.

wouldn't even second glance if we were on the street.

so why am i left speechless every time we meet?

in the staff room, as friends, as colleagues?

why i stress so much about this, i have no clue

why this sudden rush of feelings coming out the blue

why do my eyes wonder but always get stuck on you,

s**t...there's something special about you. 

Reviews

[Brandon S. Whitten]

Excellent read and write.

[nigrum homonculus]

thank you brandon. i appreciate that

[SHEEMA HUQ]

I enjoy reading your poetry greatly, Phil, nice to see you back for a while

[nigrum homonculus]

thanks again for the review sheema. i'm going to be reviewing alot more tomorrow as its my day off and thanks, its nice to be back :)

[Baby Ricochet]

PHILGOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You're back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
F*****G AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Good poem. I say shag her a*s in the Janitors closet.

[nigrum homonculus]

haha yeah man! i'll be on alot more often now! an HELLLLL NAR i saw her yesterday and regretted it fully