"felow" poems
"Please deliver this note to N9, maths block" the office lady said gracefully. I nodd and quickly skip with happiness and life fulfillment absent to thoughts of renching love.
As I walk in the dark doors of what was classified as the maths block, I see this beautiful young felow sitting outside his classroom with a sweet glorious cheeky smile. He looks over at me, and yells out my name with a little wave. My heart warms, and my happiness bounces even higher. A thought runs through my head about how happy it was to be acknowledged and I race back to the office.
The bitter sweet feeling of someone you never took any notice of until that day, made you feel amazing and loved again without any loss of energy.
Today, that young fellow with the sweet glorious smile is the felow that I'm am now in love with, but have been for two years.
I realised now that the sweet wonderful admiring happiness that fill my mind was taken to another dimension which all of a sudden longed to be loved by others.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 6:03 AM UTC