For You

Anxious- simply,
To see you,
Why-
Avoid you?
Can I...
destroy you?
Or rather
kiss you?
Perhaps,
just miss you,
At last,
just feel you,
Still breath...
what are you?
Black Death...
defines you...
Just let,
me love you,
Unrequited,
I'll hear you,
and lie,
right to you,
Outright,
to hold you,
I might,
just help you...


and help me,
too...

An Analysis of Hypocrisy (school love poem #4)

Today there's rain,
Made me all the more vain,
Anxiety instilling an insane,
Urge to see you again,

I know that you're here,
Just down the stairs- so near,
But I thoroughly fear,
That you might jest and jeer,

You'll be gone when I'm done,
Leave this place with the sun,
So then surely, thanks a ton,
This was magic, this was fun,

Then when I see that you're gone,
It tells me to move on,
Won't be used as your pawn,
...then thoughts repel by next dawn,

So I'll see you in a while,
Two days 'till your next smile,
Leave these feelings in a pile,
That's just me- it's just my style.

A Plea- A False One (school love poem #3)

Stop being right,
Stop giving clues,
Stop exposing my plight,
Stop picking up cues,

Don't talk about love,
Don't talk about life,
Don't try to shove,
Don't aid in my strife,

How can I accuse you?
For none of these you've done...
I wish half of this was true,
And I wish you were the one...

Our Brief Encounter, and My Thoughts (school love poem #2)

It was an aside,
My undaunting luresome loathsome loving lied,
To show that we've cried,
To show elixirs I've tried,
To bring you to my side,

I see you've grown old,
But much more than the morbid marring matted to mold,
All the stories you've told,
Succumb to the fold,
My thought- you, to hold,

You're what I can't reach,
What a tempting torpid treacherous thing to teach,
I guess I beseech,
Your alluring soft speech,
Lends a hand to each,

And still I want you,
Please pray my passing prayers provoke pursue,
But we'd never be true,
Misted in your eyes of blue,
Still letting yearning accrue...

For now ;)

School Love Poems

(the next few a series of brief poems I've been writing in class)

A passing glance,
Is not romance,
A tender smile,
Is not worthwhile,
A playful shove,
Is not of love,
A place to vent,
Is not God-sent,

But still I walk,
And persue, and stalk,
To cross your path,
My sweet empath,

Just a foolish antic,
Of a hopeless romantic...