Those eyes.
Those lonely eyes.
Those eyes that hide behind the curtain hair.
Those eyes that takes secret glances at me.
Yet too afraid too look directly at me.
Eyes that steal little glances wishing to be free.
That smile.
The smile that I fell in love with.
I'd give anything in the world to see that smile.
That smile that turns into a frown, not wanting to be seen.
Those lips.
Soft lips that I want to touch.
To feel.
To kiss.
Just to feel against my skin.
Those sweet words slipping from your lips, trying to pull me in.
As much as I want to say no, I can't.
Your words wrap around me, pulling me to you.
Skin.
Your soft white skin.
So fragile to touch.
Yet I long to touch, to feel your warm skin next to mines.
Skin to skin.
Hot and cold.
Sadly, this feeling.
Is just nothing more then a price.
A feeling I wish to tell you.
Will you be mines?
Yes or no.
A question that scares me so much.
As much as I wish to tell you, I won't.
Why?
Because this poor child is to afraid to tell you.
Will I be accept or not?
Will you be able love?
As much as I'd love to tell you how I feel.
I can't.
I lie to myself, pretending it's nothing but a stupid school girl crush.
~
******** poems.
I hate them.
>>;;
Those lonely eyes.
Those eyes that hide behind the curtain hair.
Those eyes that takes secret glances at me.
Yet too afraid too look directly at me.
Eyes that steal little glances wishing to be free.
That smile.
The smile that I fell in love with.
I'd give anything in the world to see that smile.
That smile that turns into a frown, not wanting to be seen.
Those lips.
Soft lips that I want to touch.
To feel.
To kiss.
Just to feel against my skin.
Those sweet words slipping from your lips, trying to pull me in.
As much as I want to say no, I can't.
Your words wrap around me, pulling me to you.
Skin.
Your soft white skin.
So fragile to touch.
Yet I long to touch, to feel your warm skin next to mines.
Skin to skin.
Hot and cold.
Sadly, this feeling.
Is just nothing more then a price.
A feeling I wish to tell you.
Will you be mines?
Yes or no.
A question that scares me so much.
As much as I wish to tell you, I won't.
Why?
Because this poor child is to afraid to tell you.
Will I be accept or not?
Will you be able love?
As much as I'd love to tell you how I feel.
I can't.
I lie to myself, pretending it's nothing but a stupid school girl crush.
~
******** poems.
I hate them.
>>;;
