|
By muryan Date: 2003 Jun 28 Comment on this Work [[2003.06.28.15.06.21867]] |
|
People write So many poems of joy Of total happiness Because they love someone. They talk of walking through clouds Of happy daydreams And midnight fantasies. Well my poems do not consist of such things. They spell out pain Through thudding heartbeats And fear... Because for the first time I am afraid to tell him How much I love him. Because for a guy who does not believe Those words would drive him away And things could never be the same. My heart does not soar to think of him I do not smile incessantly. I love him. I do. I love him when I shouldn't... And I love him when I can't. |