“Hey.”
My heart stops & skips a beat.
My knees shouldn’t be this weak!
My will of iron turns
to easily malleable gold.
Where is the determination
I felt so strongly a moment ago?
“What’s up?”
Oh shut up, shut up shuttup!
I can’t seem to get enough
of the way your voice sounds,
so stop talking and maybe
I’ll be alright. You still affect me, but
I’ll never let you know.
Here's to getting over people.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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