LEXES OF A POET

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Chapter 5 (v.1) - TAINTED FEELINGS

Submitted: March 23, 2013

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Realizations can be harsh, however they are true,

I am one and you are two, whatever am I to do?

These feelings of late, a cruel reminder of what I cannot have,

I know I shouldn’t, I know I can’t, but sadly I do.

 

I have no chance, no right, no life, only in my dreams,

In witch I see you every time I close my eyes it seems.

I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help, no matter how hard I try,

Intentions lacking, frustration growing, chemistry; the theme.

 

Meaningful conversation; it shows to me you care,

Our stories, our laughter, our memories; all of which we share.

I love the way you make me feel, like you actually understand,

Unlike the other ‘friends’ of mine, you have always been there.

 

I like the way I can be myself, not a worry in my mind,

The way you laugh, the way you smile; surely one of a kind.

My thoughts, they roam, from here to there, but never in one place,

You make me happy, ‘tis bitter sweet; to think that love is blind.

 

I shall confess what I find strange, something I should not say,

I love the way your eyes shine bright, distracting me in my way.

The way you have that half smile, when you’re blissfully unaware,

I wish these feelings I did not have, oh God, to you, I pray.

 

I admire the way that you inspire, create and motivate,

The endless talent which you possess, ‘tis but that of great.

The way you comfort me, how you know just what to say,

For once, I feel but not alone, but for you I shall not wait.

 

My heart, it aches, the pleasure, the pain, the guilt and finally the shame,

My feelings towards you, unfortunately, ‘tis but that of great disdain.

I want nothing but for them to be rid, from my mind, my heart, my soul,

But no matter how hard I try, these feelings for you, remain.

 

Alas I find myself alone, unsurprisingly again,

Our friendship means more to me than love can comprehend,

But then again, what is love, without a friendship there?

As I said, you are my friend, and these feelings in time, shall mend.


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