Nov 2011
Yes, I sometimes day dream so much that I can't focus on holding a conversation.
Yes, I am terrified of speaking to you, but I don't sincerely blame myself.
Yes, I do get butterflies in my stomach simply by your presence.
Yes, I could swim for hours in the waters of your eyes.
Yes, I think you are of a beauty I see ineffable.
Yes, I write your name across my notebooks.
Yes, I do tell my friends about how I feel.
No, I don't stop after they tell me to.
Yes, I admire your halcyon ways.
Yes, I cannot resist you.
Yes, I must have you.
Yes, I love you.
Yes, I am terrified of speaking to you, but I don't sincerely blame myself.
Yes, I do get butterflies in my stomach simply by your presence.
Yes, I could swim for hours in the waters of your eyes.
Yes, I think you are of a beauty I see ineffable.
Yes, I write your name across my notebooks.
Yes, I do tell my friends about how I feel.
No, I don't stop after they tell me to.
Yes, I admire your halcyon ways.
Yes, I cannot resist you.
Yes, I must have you.
Yes, I love you.
I've been writing a lot of difficult to understand poetry (although the majority of them are in notebooks, not on here), and I wanted to write one easy to understand and simple poem that describes my feelings without a lot of smoke and mirrors.
