Both have hair the same color as the chocolate ice cream being devoured by a 10 year old on a hot summer night Both are tall like the steel trees that tower over the concrete that shapes the grounds Both are white the same color as sand on a hidden Hawaiian beach discovered only by a few One has blue eyes, the type that makes me want to dive right in and let the warmth of the water and burning sun caress my skin Both doors are locked though and I can’t get in You see no amount of presence and motion of lips would be enough to have either notice The ones they long aren’t even within proximity to what is me Someone who’s aura and demeanor isn’t even looked at with a linger I’m just a one time attempt a hello with no goodbye The product of being the shy new guy Things have never worked in my favor I’ll never be a kiss on the head with a “See you later!” The life that I’ve dreamed up is just not for me I age out of it slowly it’s such a tragedy This incomprehensible want that I don’t know how to share, it’ll just stay within me it won’t go anywhere Cause I missed out and now I’m out of luck I’m stuck between caring and not giving a **** I hope it changes and changes fast, cause time goes on and youth doesn’t last For now I’ll sit overthink and wait Hopelessly fantasizing about K and J
I pretty much ramble on about different things that connect. It isn’t perfect and isn’t in a format. I just wrote until I felt I put all the thoughts together in one box. Milan Taylor Poetry