I have a feeling
of uncertainty
the words she speaks
are my kept memories
but to her
the feeling’s not mutual
my words become faded
as she looks exhausted
when I try harder
I just can’t seem to
get through
If only
I could
I think she just might be
too much, too much
other men dress to impress
but I don’t even have a suit
yeah, far too high for me to reach
dreaming of dancing amongst the stars
I fall for her smile
like a heavily angel
but if I want to get to know her
I’ll have to be a dentist
when we speak
It’s like pulling teeth
trying to find out what’s underneath
she’s not that quick to trust
been cursed with curves
and I’m just another
perverted boy
nothing to offer her
so I just head for
the dusty trails
I guess she is just
too much, too much
other men come with wit
but I’m no prince
yes, far passed my class
still I dream amongst the stars
This certainly doesn’t sound like it’s coming from just another perverted boy or someone who doesn’t have a suit.
Well done, my friend.
I don’t like suits, and no comment on the perverted part haha. I wrote this some years ago but I think it captured the moment well.
Thanks for the read, friend.
deep feelings here dearest Nick powerful write ❤️
Thank you my friend. It is always a treat to see your comments.
Powerfully penned, Nick. Another great write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you very much for the read. I very much appreciate it.
Honestly, I can relate. But I learned…much to my surprise…nothing is impossible or unattainable. Unless we never reach…
Well some things aren’t right for the situations we are in. This is a older poem of mine, but I think looking back life can be a crossroad. You pick a path but there are things you leave behind. Some of those things are pieces of yourself. You have to make the decision if it’s worth giving those things up. But I guess that’s just life all around.
Thanks for the read, friend. Much appreciated.
This is a beautiful write, in a sad way. But beautiful nonetheless. So much about love comes with such tragedy, and most of the time it’s self inflicted when we don’t deem ourselves worthy of something or in this case someone. Idk if I translated that correctly but this was deep. Thanks for sharing. xx
~P.G💋
Love is complicated and so are people and situations. Glad you liked my poem. Thank for the read. Much appreciated.