Thinking of you; the colors
of cotton shirts take on
a new meaning, a pattern,
a code to decipher, displayed
by yellow, white, red and blue.
Something shared; between me and you.
Seeing you; those rare occasions
of passing by when the planets align,
seven seconds of heightened perception,
those swift steps, brown downcast eyes
conjure fresh tears, only muted by
the downpour during the night.
I can read you like a book,
yet you don't even know and
I saw the signs you never wanted to show.
Don't underestimate me-
I have become protective, obsessive,
still my face can be deceptive.
Don't lie to yourself; you are mine.
I'm going to get you, it's just a matter of time.
What do you think?
Comments
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Yes, I know how it feels to think you know somebody better than they know themselves. Great read/write.
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Ugh I kinda feel exactly the same way. Only I kinda don't I don't really know how I feel, but anyways, your poem was awesome. I liked the way you tied in the different comparisons and the flow and style were pretty much awesome!
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