My Poetry Dump

More Than a Friend

Stomach butterflies,
Beating heart,
Lit-up eyes,
Not a day spent in the dark.

Unfocused stare
As I'm lost in space,
Daydreaming for hours
In a drunken daze,
Mind occupied by
A single face
As that person
Fills my days.

Is this love?
Or maybe just like?
Who knows, who cares,
This feels right.
This floating feeling
Bathed in light
Takes over my being
As my heart takes flight.

My weeks are complete
With laughter and smiles,
Heart pounding
As if running for miles.

Then again, maybe it is;
Chasing this girl day after day,
Her name on my lips
As awake in bed I lay.

Catching her stare,
Holding her gaze,
Giggling as I see her
Glance my way.

When I spend time with her
I can feel her rays;
Those beams of sunlight
That brighten my life,
That eye crinkling smile
That rids me of strife
And makes life worth living
And melts my ice.

I'm moving too fast,
My loud heartbeats telling;
As I'm faced with this new feeling,
My imagination overwhelming.

I dream of her hugs,
Her lips, lap, and love,
Late nights spent talking,
Filled with conversations I've only ever dreamed of.
Interlocking pinkies,
Held hands and finger rubs,
Cuddles in Winter,
Kisses with mistletoe above,
Afternoon laughs
Complete with friendly shoves.

Everything I can't have
And everything I can,
If only she
Would reach out a hand.
If only I would make a move,
If only I was born a man.

But, I'm not
And I won't
And we can't,
So I'm left at a distance
And my chances are scant.

I have my life
And she has hers
And we'll both stay single
And free as a bird,
But I'm left to wonder
And pine from afar.

Pine for brown hair
And eyes the color of tar
And pink lips, swaying hips,
A personality as bright as a star,
A warm laugh
As gentle as a singing guitar.

Pine and ponder
What could have been
If she could see me
As more than a friend,
If only our story
Wouldn't close before it began;
If only my feelings for her
Didn't have to end.