To look him in the eye
Is to see a soul,
Clear, Crisp, Undoubting.
I wish I could explain to him the
Gravity
Of my infatuation;
Not Love,
But a daunting prospect of desired disposition.
Another day spent passing glances
Over this cafeteria table,
Another day's cheap conversation,
All in hopes of something
More.
But to look him in the eye
Is more than I can bear...
I wish I could define it more eloquently;
He simply has a beat of his own.
Author notes
Well, mostly a product of boredom... But I suppose everything I write has to gravitate back to some central thought. =)
A contest entry
- Quickie for the Bored Poet by zillion.
300 points, ended June 15, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Say anything, darling.
Comments
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Hey, boredom was the key motavation behind this entrie contest, so that's okay. lol
"Cheap conversations"
I have those a lot. I really like this line though, because it helps the reader look back on their own moment such as this. At least, it sent some memories crawling back to me.
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