Blind Fingertips

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem is basically about not being able to tell someone that you love them. Some things are just best kept to myself I guess. It's just a little sad because he won't ever even know. It's not my beeeessst work because I don't usually write lovey stuff like this. But I needed to get this out there sooo... :P

Submitted: January 06, 2012

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Creepy-creeping

Pieces piecing

You piece me,

You complete me,

Darling, deary

Outside it’s dreary.

I need you more than you need me.

 

Tempting, hefty

This heart is empty

It’s bending down beneath the morgue,

It’s breaking,

It’s soaring,

It’s all yours.

 

Too nervous to tell

But believe me, I fell.

Burning where they swell,

Candy heartbeats shatter and propel.

 

But my head doesn’t agree,

It begs and it pleads

You’re too far away to see what I mean,

You see the coast and I see the sea.

 

But I’ll continue to say hello,

I adore you,

I bet it shows.

Heart buried in my fist,

Understand this,

I love you more than you will ever know.

 


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