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It's a poem written by a teenage girl to her crush, who she hardly even talks to. |
YOU I fell in love first with your voice; A mellifluous soprano-like tenor. A euphony of harmonious musical notes, Culminating into one long, heavily-accented tone. For me, your voice lived and breathed And it kept scribbling and doodling, Strumming and pulling on every one of my heart's strings Till I knew I had helplessly, hopelessly surrendered the tortured heart To you I fell in love again with your eyes I would've never thought such fire Could blaze so determinedly in eyes so dark and small But whenever you spoke of the Lord, Or your eyes settled on my face, I saw the flames And the sparks, the passion, the glow I was glad I could make them come alive so But I hoped it wasn't only the imaginations of a lonely lovestruck teen Who had handed over her heart, not once but twice To you And when I thought I was in over my head, I fell in love even more with your smile A toothy grin I knew was sometimes fake But it always gave me a dear reassurance That eventually I'll heal, or that eventually my dreams about us would be real Or that maybe I'll also one day steal Someone's heart, as you did mine Your smile tells me of your kind heart, And the magnitude of love you are capable of giving I chide myself everyday for allowing you to infiltrate my heart And for all the flip-flops and cartwheels I can't stop it from doing Whenever I set eyes On you So I don't know what might happen a year or two from now I know dreams don't always come true And I've heard tales that no one ends up with their first love But I feel you're one of the most beautiful things that ever happened to me And yours is probably my favourite face in world right now So I'm writing this for now, archiving it for later I might never get to tell you how I feel But let's assume, just for this piece of writing That you love me too, even half as much As I do you |