Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Notice me, Turn your head and Look at me. I want your eyes to Absorb my figure, To engulf My entire being; I want my presence On every iota of Sentient thought You may possess. Notice me, Say the words to Mesmerize me. I watch you while You play your violin Everyday, Black-chaired, Snide, It ends at 10:55, Sharp. I can feel My heart strings squeak As resin can't even Make it sing, Telling you Everything neatly, Metered, In time. Notice me, Open your ears and Hear me. I think of you When nobody Else is around, When safety comes To blanket me in A shroud made from My own shame. I dream of you When I'm not even here, Lost in the darkest Reaches of dreamy Sleep, Restless by your image. I yearn for you Even when I am spent, Dried up And exhausted, Yet I still bow down To the throne Of your thought And humbly worship My feelings on fire, Burnt as an offering To your gods Of affection. All I ask in return Is for you to Turn your eyes And tolerate me.
0
May 15, 2010
May 15, 2010 at 6:39 PM UTC
Notice me.
Notice me, Turn your head and Look at me. I want your eyes to Absorb my figure, To engulf My entire being; I want my presence On every iota of Sentient thought You may possess. Notice me, Say the words to Mesmerize me. I watch you while You play your violin Everyday, Black-chaired, Snide, It ends at 10:55, Sharp. I can feel My heart strings squeak As resin can't even Make it sing, Telling you Everything neatly, Metered, In time. Notice me, Open your ears and Hear me. I think of you When nobody Else is around, When safety comes To blanket me in A shroud made from My own shame. I dream of you When I'm not even here, Lost in the darkest Reaches of dreamy Sleep, Restless by your image. I yearn for you Even when I am spent, Dried up And exhausted, Yet I still bow down To the throne Of your thought And humbly worship My feelings on fire, Burnt as an offering To your gods Of affection. All I ask in return Is for you to Turn your eyes And tolerate me.
Please, don't pay them any mind.
hands
Written by
Lebanese
May 15, 2010
May 15, 2010 at 6:39 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem