Michael Kenneth Christian

Michael Kenneth Christian Nov 2014

Different people,
That both only know one true language:
Poetry.

I'm afraid too. I jump at the sight, but I force myself to look or say hello. I am afraid of you just as much as I'm afraid of upsetting you. I guess I should probably stop communicating with you, but I won't. Even if it's indirect

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Michael Kenneth Christian Nov 2014

Pink Lips

Standing in the cold,
Afraid to wave,
Afraid to look.
I wish that I could
Wait in the freezing with you.
Maybe to bring warmth,
But instead I move past.
Instead I try to forget,
And I wonder,
Was there something left unsaid?

I think sometimes we all get caught off guard by how things in the past remain in the present. I suppose that even though I've given up, I won't give up

Michael Kenneth Christian Nov 2014

I Saw You Waiting

You are more beautiful
In the cold

Michael Kenneth Christian Nov 2014

Strange Attraction

Is it so strange
To love?
Is it so strange
To want love?
Is it so strange
That I am alone?

Why do I have
To feel something
When you feel nothing?
I just can't be me again.
Not after that.

Just read the bold.

Michael Kenneth Christian Nov 2014

A Poet?

Trying hard
Is useless

Michael Kenneth Christian Nov 2014

At a Glance

I wanted to wave,
But you just
Walked on by

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Michael Kenneth Christian Oct 2014

Irreplaceable

I fell in love with a lover.
She fell in love with a world despite darkness.
Despite what she said.

I fell in love with a lover
That fell in love with me.

Goodbye, Natalie