Nemisha I apologise for writing this poem.
This poem makes up for all the words unspoken.
I apologise for not telling you how I feel face to face.
Talking to you I would feel out of place.
I wasted another opportunity to talk to you.
Liking you is something new.
I can't expect to many chances.
Nemisha I don't wanna lose all my chances.
The beauty of the lights at night isn't as beautiful as the beauty in her heart.
The most beautiful girl at youth a work of art.
You can only see how beautiful her heart is from the sky.
To tell her how I feel I won't let this chance pass me by.
The girl that doesn't know I exist.
Everything I wanna tell her I made a list.
A shadow that's left out in the cold and forgotten.
Standing at her hearts door waiting with a rose he picked from a garden.
©M.P.Jacobs