This is a poem
About...
Nothing special honestly
I just wanna write
Or in this case type
Just letting my fingers move
All along my keyboard
Creating these lines
Mostly just letting them go
Do their thing before
Well before I have time
To change and alter them
I don't know
I guess this is a cool enough poem

You ever get a
Sharp pain
Right in your
Chest?
Then instead of
Freaking you instead that
Person pops up
And then you are
Instantly angry
But at the fact you
Want their presence
Their energy
How dare they tease
Mentally with their
Gorgeous appearance
In our heads
Ah crazy what the
Heart asks for

Am I going,
Insane?
No I cant be,
That's quite impossible,
There's no way,
None whatsoever,
Why would I be,
Going mad?

Could it be that,
I'm starting to crave things,
Like your touch,
Upon my skin,
Your voice inside my head,
Your lips hugging mine,
But all these things,
Why?
What's making it all,
Irresistible?

Is it maybe?
That it's been,
So very long since,
Romance and I have been,
Locked in a room together,
Seven minutes of heaven,
At the very least,
Of course I crave,
The whole night.
Oh no,
Have I found it,
The reason why,
I've been craving it all.

Where are you hiding,
Why must you hide,
I thought we were,
Well we were,
Close,
Obviously not now,
Well now I know that,
Until we agree,
Romance will continue to,
Drive me mad.

Look at you,
All happy.
The reason?
Easy,
Not me.

As much as I enjoy
Your smile
I see I can't make it
Nor be the reason
For it's appearance.

I'll stop forcing it,
Once all I saw was smiles.
Now I only see a blank stare,
As if I drain all happiness,
From you?
No let's not think that
But
It's what my mind says,
Could it be true.

The once look of
Happiness
Joy
Smiles
The warm feeling of
Spring and Summer

Now the feeling of
Uncomfortability
Discontent
Nothing
The cold feeling of
Winter

Well where is
Autumn
That's the feeling I want
The one I seek
The one that seems
It will never
Manifest