I'm not sure if this would be classified as a love poem because it's not really for you
It's more for me.
It's to help me see all the endless possibilities, but your gaze is always interrupting me.
Your gaze always luring me into the light it always seems, but I always end up alone in this dark room.
*I sit, I think, I wait. I sing, I dance, I play, I wait. I wait. I wait. I wait and wait and wait and ******* wait.*
How long have I been here?
endless endless it remains
Because you see I am the one who waits. I am the one you never take on a date. I am the one who cooks you food only to be the fool.
The fool who is in love with love. I am hopeless in the art of love.
So I wait, wait, wait, but I never act.
When I act I am more vulnerable than before and the anxiety attacks me till I am back on the floor, guiding me into that same dark room your eyes led me to.
Those same luring stares I try to climb into are the same ones that drop me every time I look back at you.
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
I'm not sure if this would be classified as a love poem because it's not really for you
It's more for me.
It's to help me see all the endless possibilities, but your gaze is always interrupting me.
Your gaze always luring me into the light it always seems, but I always end up alone in this dark room.
*I sit, I think, I wait. I sing, I dance, I play, I wait. I wait. I wait. I wait and wait and wait and ******* wait.*
How long have I been here?
endless endless it remains
Because you see I am the one who waits. I am the one you never take on a date. I am the one who cooks you food only to be the fool.
The fool who is in love with love. I am hopeless in the art of love.
So I wait, wait, wait, but I never act.
When I act I am more vulnerable than before and the anxiety attacks me till I am back on the floor, guiding me into that same dark room your eyes led me to.
Those same luring stares I try to climb into are the same ones that drop me every time I look back at you.
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