To: The Object of My Constant Thoughts, by Gina Subscribe to rss feed for Gina

Written: March 8, 2005

Thinking of your eyes
I tingle
Everytime you touch me
I tingle
When I glance back and you're watching me
I smile.
You never do very much
Yet it seems the world to me
No matter what I do
I think about you constantly
Yet as great as I feel
I always turn and flee
Because deep down I know
You can do much better than me
I can't control my sorry nature
Yet it's the way it has to be
It isn't very fair
Please just be happy
All you have to do
Is talk to me playfully
Then I'll be grinning for days
Floating whimsical and free
Part of me wishes
You I will never see
Then I realize the other part of me is stronger
Because it is so very happy
I try and try
Not to be so sappy
But the rest of my life 
Is just so crappy
You are the light on my horizon
The one I love to see
But you also cause me sorrow
Because I can't make you happy
Sorry to have bothered you....
I'm just yearning to be free.
Posted: 2005-05-09 23:53:59 UTC

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