I sit across
And avoid your eyes
Though I can't help but look,
Especially when you move to a farther seat
You might not notice
But reservations abound with you
I almost wish you were a poet
So you could understand this language
That I talk about you in
They're like screaming whispers
Bright flyers thrown in shreds to the wind
I look into your eyes
And I see more understanding
Than almost anyone
But not about yourself
You don't realize that when we lock eyes
My heart is working overtime.
A contest entry
- Experiment by Dienush.
3550 points, ended January 31, 2008, 29 entries
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Comments
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This poem sounds like it's about a crush, or falling in love... I think it could have been worded more creatively but it is a refreshing read. I liked this stanza:
"I almost wish you were a poet
So you could understand this language
That I talk about you in"
That says so much about being in love...
As for the experiment in my contest, I don't think you were one of the experiment "subjects", were you?
No matter who you are, thank you very much for entering
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this is really nice..
i like the flyers on the wind, really cool image.
gonna be reading more of you.
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