You look, I bow.
I glance, you throw-
A smile like grinning.
So I pout, you're smirking.
So idiot, you are.
Laughing, am I comedian?
Shading this plain face I wear-
Red in blush, I hid with a yawn.
I'm serious, you punk.
But you're gorgeous, real hunk.
Ladies, they stare at you.
But to me your eyes are glued.
To me you're alive.
To you I gibe.
I repel, you hold me captive.
Why not give up? I am reclusive.
I walk, you run.
So clingy, you claim my hand.
I'm flattered as you drag.
Girls seem envious, should I brag?
What should I call this?
It started, yet never begins.
A matter, perhaps a story.
Between us is a poetry.
YOU ARE READING
Just POETIQUÉ
PoetryWere you lonely? Were you sad? Has everything been bad lately? Unlike the beautiful times you've had. Smile with me. Cry with me. Get mad with this soul. Maybe we'll find a way out of the cold. -JAM MARIANO
