I could write you rhymes
I could write you prose
I could write you lines and lines
And still you'd never know
Your eyes are burning cruel
Your heart is frigid cold
Still I feel no contempt for you
Still my heart grows ever bold
Your ignorance is no bliss for me
Yet, you are far from naive it's true
You taunt me like no one before
I smile still, and laugh with you
It's hard, I admit, to pretend it hurts
I cherish every word that passes from your lips
While your obliviousness is near unbearable
Any attention, and the facade almost slips
At times harsh implications pass from you
It's hard to imagine how you'd react
False fantasies occur every time I hope you have
Yet, a lucky guess is all, nothing is fact
So I could write you lots of rhymes
And paragraphs of beautiful prose
If I tried, I'd write lines and lines
But my love remains hidden, which is best, I suppose
YOU ARE READING
Ramblings
PoetryA collection of poems that I've written when I was bored during class, waiting for something, had nothing better to do, out of my element, or simply struck by inspiration.
