You make me crumble, you make me weak,
Some times when I look you in the eye I find it hard to speak.
Thing is we don't really speak. We just see, see each other move. Imagining what could be.
Hush hush don't speak, make me blissfully weak.
Don't want you to take my hand, or sweep me off my feet.
It's Enough just with a smile, that's holds me tight for a while.
I'm unsure to start, if the first word was out of turn, the image in my head may seem absurd.
So I'll stay quiet for a while, so will you.
Emotion flows so so, let's say it's pale blue.
I'll keep a watch on you, keep a watch on me.
Just blissfully imagining what we could do, who we could be.
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becboo3112 (
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- Category: Love
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WELCOME BOO ~ Great first poem ~ bursting with rhyme and rhythm and anticipation. Sorry the action is all in your imagination ~ what you could do (think about it !) and who you could be ! More please ~ BRIAN
Thank you Brian. I'm glad you enjoyed. The poem is about a very real attraction, it's just not an attraction that can be acted upon.. Therefor it's unspoken :).
There is plenty more to come !
When much younger I remember my knees weakening when this young woman actually accepted my phone call and spoke to me. "Emotions flow" miles apart even over the phone. Enjoyed. Looking forward to "more".
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