My hands were shaking loudly in the silence.
How funny that everyone was busy talking.
I am in the corner, eyes on you, staring.
With the same question in mind, it keeps on playing.
And my thoughts being clouded and near to pleading
Aching to say, "Tell me we're not just friends."
YOU ARE READING
Immortalized Gentleman
PoesiA book that will never be marked as completed until my very last breath as I decide to write about you as long as I live. The immortalized gentleman that the world knows but still remains mysterious and unknown. My eternal subject, my muse. ________...
