You never felt mutual,
but I don't really care.
I don't know if that's true,
so my judgement is unfair...
When I wanted to see you,
you cut me off. Why?
Is it because you see
that I'm soft,
and gentle,
but more of a man,
than you've ever seen?
Or maybe you can't
comprehend what's
in between?
When I read my poem
about my mom, I looked around
at everybody in the classroom,
and your head was down.
That showed me
you're weak to emotion
and have been sheltered.
My goal was clear:
I knew I wanted
to help her.
Expose you to this world,
and show you love,
I suppose you're
like a dove
Peaceful, and pure
with style,
But innocent too so
this could take a while...
Me being impatient,
won't get to you quicker
But the longer it takes,
only makes me sicker.
Then came this
irking feeling
when I thought
of something:
What if me
meeting you
ended as "we"
being nothing.
I hope that's not true,
so I'll just end with this.
It's a pleasure to know you,
and also to write this.
Love, Jimmy
Jun 3, 2012
Jun 3, 2012 at 11:51 AM UTC
You never felt mutual,
but I don't really care.
I don't know if that's true,
so my judgement is unfair...
When I wanted to see you,
you cut me off. Why?
Is it because you see
that I'm soft,
and gentle,
but more of a man,
than you've ever seen?
Or maybe you can't
comprehend what's
in between?
When I read my poem
about my mom, I looked around
at everybody in the classroom,
and your head was down.
That showed me
you're weak to emotion
and have been sheltered.
My goal was clear:
I knew I wanted
to help her.
Expose you to this world,
and show you love,
I suppose you're
like a dove
Peaceful, and pure
with style,
But innocent too so
this could take a while...
Me being impatient,
won't get to you quicker
But the longer it takes,
only makes me sicker.
Then came this
irking feeling
when I thought
of something:
What if me
meeting you
ended as "we"
being nothing.
I hope that's not true,
so I'll just end with this.
It's a pleasure to know you,
and also to write this.
Love, Jimmy
