Someone I keep mentioning in my writings is a guy and someone I have ascertained feelings for,
I dread writing his name in the sand and forgetting my nevermore.
He is full of enigma and keeps his sentiments stored,
I keep getting to know him and forgetting the ideas I had of him before.
I thought I'd undercover his secrets but I acknowledged there's more,
If he's the sea, I can be his shore but I know that he's like the sky and I'm like the floor.
I liked his brown eyes, the natural curls and the white shirt he once wore,
And if I would search for my poetic device, he's a metaphor.
He has a vision for the world and dreams about places to explore,
He has a beautiful idea for life and wants love that's forevermore.
I know he's hurting and I'm afraid that he'll cry ugly if it pours,
He asks questions about initials on my neck and I find myself a little scared to confess, 'it's yours'.
He have a scar on his right cheek and says that his voice makes him insecure,
But I often smile when I'm thinking about him and there's a rose up feeling in my heart I can't ignore.
He's sage and I'm blue to core,
It's harsh and I feel apprehensive that I can't be part of his evermore.
YOU ARE READING
Broken, Not Fragile.
Poetrypoems? no, cringe cringe cringe. who would have guessed.
