Her eyes are channeling the Aegan Sea, for I find myself swimming in them. Her pupils are shadowed islands none can enter, but I am, I am falling in. I'm lost, I need help, I am stuck in the never-ending circles of her irises, trapped in their magnificence.
It’s already midnight.* Go to sleep, dear. You have a brand new day ahead of you. He’s already in his bed, dreaming of someone else. Why are you still wide awake, quietly proclaiming your love for him? The only person who can hear your confession is you, the lovestruck insomniac.
is it wrong for me to say that i don't actually have anyone in mind when i write poems like this?
Man of my dreams Please give me the 'push' A shove enough to take me off procrastination cliff
Man of my dreams Please give me that motivation To keep up with my studies like you did
All so I could chase after you At whatever university you'll be studying in
Lately, you've been good for me. I noticed some changes in myself which are influenced by you unknowingly. I just fell for you too late and I don't think there'll ever be anyone quite like you (this will be another poem for another time).