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Aug 2018
He moved me but
He didn’t know
We were on the cusp
The feelings began to flow

I felt drawn to him
And was willing to merge
But we were interrupted
And our little bubble was burst

And so he left
Went back to his life
But the impression he made
Has caused me some strife

This lost opportunity
May never come again
Though I yearn for him
But he won’t relent

So I bottle it up
Keep it locked inside
But when I think of him
Butterflies arise

In the pit of my stomach
Fluttering away
And then he infiltrates my dreams
So that when I awake

I’m aching for him
Wishing he was nearby
But we are far apart
Though these emotions won’t subside

What to do?
Powerless it seems
The one that got away
If only he knew how much he means.
The Poisonous Pixie
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The Poisonous Pixie  43/F/London
(43/F/London)   
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   Salmabanu Hatim
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