Your obliviousness makes me want to lay out all the suppressed words on the wooden surface -
Would you pick them up
or leave the table?
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 8:11 AM UTC
shared ice cream cones
little specks of banter
and time to time assumed glances
made me trip and all,
are you worth the fall?
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 8:07 AM UTC
the lines of inked poetry
have yet to rhyme;
how can i think
when i've got not much time?
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 8:07 AM UTC
you were the book
i kept safe on the lonely shelf
only to be picked up
and to be read again;
what has been merely forgotten
but often longed
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 8:05 AM UTC
The road not taken was where you were
It was I who made it the most
For you were all I dared to seek, to find
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 11:59 PM UTC
To step aside or to abide
The endless journey or what it seemed
Towards everything I have ever dreamed
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 11:57 PM UTC
December 20, 2015, Sunday, 3:11AM
there's something so unsatisfying
about how i end my writings
it's like finally seeing you in front of me
and not getting the privilege to press my lips against yours
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 12:50 AM UTC
October 30, 2015, Friday, 11:27AM
I've stepped on this pavement before
It's the sense of familiarity
That makes me want to turn back
And run away before I go through it all again
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
October 9, 2015, Friday, 5:51AM
One glance was all it took
His emerald eyes locked in mine
I knew it then
I've met infatuation
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 8:35 AM UTC
wouldn't it be such a shame
if I ever find out
you've never written about me
meanwhile I've published a whole book for you
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 8:01 AM UTC