I thought I hated love at first sight because it didn't make sense,
But now that i;m here, i think that was really dense,
Because i look into your eyes and i can't help but smile,
Have i felt this way for a while?
Romeo was stupid, and Juliet was blonde,
But both of them were bright enough to realise their bond.
And as i sit here, trying to figure out my heart,
I fear the day we part.
Am i just conformming to what they insist is fate,
Or am i scared of being lonely, so I've given up the wait.
Scarier still, maybe this is real.
I don;t know how i feel.
You're smart and you're handsome and i think you're really sweet.
If there's an opening to tease me, you never miss a beat.
You're funny and we talk; I love it when we do.
But does that mean i love you?
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PoetryPoems and short stories about my life. Sometimes quirky, sometimes sad, always true. (All my poems have been shifted here...in case somebody somewhere was wondering...)