Kairi9020
11-28-2007, 12:16 AM
As angels pass,
I hope this will last.
This strong feeling in my heart,
I wish that we are never apart.
In my dreams I see an almost faded face
One that I wish not to replace.
I don't know his name or his age
When I'm around him I want to hide in a cage.
I'm afraid of what he thinks of me,
Am I immature? Too outgoing? Do I have to much glee?
I want to be the one who stands by his side,
Never afraid, never wanting to run and hide.
I have imperfections
One being all this affection that lives deep inside my heart.
I want to open it to the face of the one who is hidden,
Admit to him I am smitten.
I try to act like I don't care,
Like I wish he wasn't there.
But in my eyes, he should see how lonely I am,
How much I want him to understand.
So I write down a poem, a song if I must,
I play it on my piano quietly to hide my rage and how I'd like to fuss.
I try to calm myself down,
I try to hide my frown.
So till this day, he still doesn't know
What's going on, what I refuse to show.
I'll keep this feeling to myself
Until I'm ready to take it down from the shelf.
I'll write him a letter explaining how I feel,
But tell him it's not a big deal.
Secretly, I'll be hoping he responds with a smile
And an open heart that lasts longer then a car riding a for a mile.
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One poem I've written that rhymes. I'm not sure if it's any good, but I tried.
I hope this will last.
This strong feeling in my heart,
I wish that we are never apart.
In my dreams I see an almost faded face
One that I wish not to replace.
I don't know his name or his age
When I'm around him I want to hide in a cage.
I'm afraid of what he thinks of me,
Am I immature? Too outgoing? Do I have to much glee?
I want to be the one who stands by his side,
Never afraid, never wanting to run and hide.
I have imperfections
One being all this affection that lives deep inside my heart.
I want to open it to the face of the one who is hidden,
Admit to him I am smitten.
I try to act like I don't care,
Like I wish he wasn't there.
But in my eyes, he should see how lonely I am,
How much I want him to understand.
So I write down a poem, a song if I must,
I play it on my piano quietly to hide my rage and how I'd like to fuss.
I try to calm myself down,
I try to hide my frown.
So till this day, he still doesn't know
What's going on, what I refuse to show.
I'll keep this feeling to myself
Until I'm ready to take it down from the shelf.
I'll write him a letter explaining how I feel,
But tell him it's not a big deal.
Secretly, I'll be hoping he responds with a smile
And an open heart that lasts longer then a car riding a for a mile.
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One poem I've written that rhymes. I'm not sure if it's any good, but I tried.