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Jul 2014
The other day I met you
Not knowing what would be
For how could I have known
What not one of us could see

Right from the start you made me laugh
With you just being you
Your wit, your sense of humor too
What was I suppose to do

Over just a few short days
I grew to really care
And somehow I just believe it is
A feeling we both share

But even If this feeling’s there
You do not know me still
A few good laughs a kiss or two
But so far it’s just a thrill

As much as I would want to love you
And have my love returned
I have to tell you this little truth
And it might slightly burn

You might not understand this now
Who knows if you ever will
But none the less I’ll try to explain
Why there is so much pain


What you see is who I am
I love to laugh and play
My heart is good and full of passion
But this on thing of me I say

From the naked eye I hide
A mirror I do not wish to see
I ask myself the question
Why did it have to be me?

All is not what it seems
Masks are easily worn
And very rarely do you see
Where from this pain is born
Natasha Meyer
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Natasha Meyer  44/F/South Africa
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