I’m not going to write a poem about her
Not trying to make it real
I’m not going to write a poem about
The way she makes me feel
Don’t want to write some lines about
How much I’m becoming attached
What’s the point in acknowledging feelings
I know will never be matched?
I really shouldn’t tell her how
I miss her when she’s away
Or how much talking to her
Actually helps me through my day
If she knew how much she’s on my mind
I fear what she would think
Every time I get something afloat
I have to make it sink
Ill resist the urge to tell her
Of every single thought
Don’t think that she’d be happy
About these feelings I may have caught
Ignorance is bliss they say
Why disturb the peace?
I’ll just keep it to myself
And hope these thoughts will cease






