If

If

A Poem by zoecranberry
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..another mushy thing again, sorry, but I can't help it..

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If

 

Staring from afar

Distracted by your face

Unable to concentrate

Like I’m trapped in a maze

I wonder how

You’re doing that to me

I guess it’s not just I

But also everybody

I know I’m just an extra

In your movie of a life

I wonder in the future

Who will you choose as a wife?

 

Now if I was to choose

What I may be

I’d prefer being the wind

So useful and so free

I’d linger around you

And brush upon you cheek

Secretly delighting in

Your character so meek.

 

Or I could be

Your pillow in the night

The smell of your hair

Would be such a delight

I’d hum lullabies in your ears

In the hours of darkness

I’ll sing you to sleep

And chase away all the sadness.

 

 

I wish I was the rain

So when I fall from the sky

I could touch your face

As you pass by

Also it would be cute

And funny in a way

If I could be your dog

Spend time with you everyday.

 

All this time

I’ve been swimming in the things

That could not possibly happen

If I ignore what my hearts sings

So now I shall take

The advice of a stranger

To follow what my heart says

And come out of my shell for the better.

 

I guess now’s the time

To tell you my feelings

Oh, heart please don’t betray me

After all these years of preparing.

© 2010 zoecranberry


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hmmm... I like it, the flow between the things you could be could be a bit better, and fix the few typos there is. I like how you basically talk yourself into telling the person how you feel it's cute and funny to me. :) You did a good job.

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zoecranberry
zoecranberry

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I am a walking contradiction. I am a lot of things and the opposite of those. I am totally insane. My moods change faster than the weather. I'm never myself. more..

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