A poem about a certain someone that I wish that I could love. |
Every time I see you, a song pops in my head, My heart beats a little faster, I feel my face turn red, But then I see her by you, and then my world turns blue, Words I want to whisper, but I'll never be allowed to. She's yours. You're her's. We're nothing more than friends. This heart that could have soared, now slowly descends. Still I follow you around, quiet as a mouse, Crying inside at the thought that she will be your spouse. I'm happy for you, I really am, but why just can't it be, The fairytale that's in my heart, starring you and me? I wish somehow you'd call it off, or at least wait a little while, But I shake my head knowing holding off is not your style. I pray to God at night, you'll see our love is true. It's not that I hate her, it's just that I love you. I try to smile when I see you two, and how your smile glows, But in my heart, down deep inside, is a pain that only grows. A rain cloud hovers above me, as I watch you two walk away, And I cry as I tell myself, my dream will never come true anyway. Every time I see you, a song pops in my head, But what's the point in dancing? My heart's already dead. Then, when I see her by you, and my heart starts turning blue, I look deep into your eyes, and think "I still love you." ·Nellie Siobhan |