She.
Her.
Whatever.
That girl.

Saw her.
Describe her?
"Adorable,"
"I want to tease her."

Long black hair.
Dances.
Thick glasses.
Still pretty if she wears them or not.

Talks.
Fast.
I wonder how she talks so fast like that.

Her face.
Round.
Cute.
Love her lips. How the lower lip sticks out.

Maybe I can tell her this. Maybe she will read this.
And maybe...
Just maybe...

She'll accept me.

Maybe.

My confession.

Haha.

"Add a poem."

It said.

But I don't know what to write.

What kind of poems are there? Love poem? Rhyming? Haikeu? Free style?

I have decided,

This is the poem of "I don't know what to write poem."

Pretty neat, huh?

Haha.

She talks a lot, if not all the time.
She laughs to the point of annoyance,
but I don't entirely mind.

My throat aches from constant laughing
and release of my joy
but that's who she is.

She thinks of herself as an "asexual,"
but life wouldn't be the same without her.
She still has a place in my heart.

You have so much wisdom and potential,
you're fun to be around,
and we surely have a bond.

I tell you, "I love you,"
I demand, "Can I get a hug?"
You growl and push me off, but,

I remembered.

You love me.

And I am your friend.

My friend.

Made me cry

Today

Not because she was rude

Or mean

I didn't cry because I was angry or sad

I honestly don't know why I cried.

But reading that poem she wrote about forced out those drops of water drip out of my eyes.

"Wow,"

I think

"I thought she hated me"

Haha

.
I think I may have just died
looking in to your almond eyes.
Cedar hues of beige and brown,
for me such beauty in which to drown.
Chestnut and umber, darker shades,
silently dissolve my barricades.
Soft bark pastels of hazel and fawn
delicately hold my heart reborn.


© Pagan Paul (09/02/17)

with mountains on your shoulders
and daggers in your mouth
roses where your heart is and
wanderlust spilling out

keep me close to the sunshine
let me scream from the peak
we always knew it would happen
so go ahead and speak

there is so much waiting