The Diary Of A horlly And His Crush.
Without things desired by my own heart,
Her presence always attached to mine soul,
Though her touch far from reaching.
Though now she being the integral part of mine mind,
Does she thus ever see mine heart or lacking of hers?
Mine lips sealed without words to utter the heart clear,
Or are this feelings so big enough to give out such fear?
Love or maybe the desire hers growing without deeds,
Why have I become a man whom hides his face?
Is this concealed love worth it?
Or will she ever see mine heart safe guarded from hurts?
Or should I even let her see through me?
Maybe I should give her a try and let it be.
There are moments in life where one is unable to utter the right words or just words to the one they desire having as part of their lives...So is it with me... I am still in love with a stranger... Thought this attached emotions would die or fade but they haven't every time I see her they grow even stronger....
Hopeless,
entangled and lonely
Soiled in thought.
Green shrubbery in
knots of friendship
and senseless touch.
Peonies by the dozen,
resting on the floor,
with drawn malice
and a simpleton heart.
In puddles of love
and a rainfall of glass
they evaporate in pointless,
panicked gasps.
Hopelessly.
Entangled and lonely.
Twirling in the frost
of stormed air,
and withered wrecks,
and sugar glass.
Peonies by the dozen
dying on the floor-