Remember that night?
When you felt like shit
Wondering if you should approach me
Too scared, too nervous
Cold feet
People watching
Rehearsing our conversation
What you’ll say, what ill say
Hoping ill give you the chance
Little do you know
I was just as scared that night
In my life
Ive walked through hell
Seeing you was my taste of heaven
The crisp air on a spring morning
The smell of mamas cooking
Having you is my pleasure and my joy
In my mind I been trapped
But that night we met
Pure and filled with goodness
As an angel above
Thinking you’re far from my reach
A dove soaring through the sky
I’m in love with you
I wouldn’t dare give your love back to another fellow
When we’re together
The closer we become
The illusion we’re meant to be
Is now our reality
And it goes back to the night we met
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Author:
Jay (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I haven’t posted anything in awhile, sorry about that. I’ve been reading new books and writing new poetry so better enhance my writings. Hope you enjoy the read and I’m always open to feedback.
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Comments1
'Cold feet
People watching
Rehearsing our conversation
What
you’ll say, what i'll say
Hoping
i'll give you, the chance
Little do you know
I
was just as scared
that night'..
You've emoted such a turbulent
cornucopia
of electrifyingly, wondrous anticipation
in those moments, before
two strangers - leap
for all the miracle, they ever
longed for in their lives...!
(A great write!
thanks for sharing, dear poet
and please
forgive my rude reimagining
of your lines, while trying
to showcase
the points that impacted me
the most
I meant no disrespect)
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