Opening.

So, I want to begin this by saying that this is not a blog meant for reading more than it is for me to vent through writing. I do home some peoples out there can relate to/enjoy my ramblings, but I'm not promising anything with this thing.
-Just throwing that one out there.-
Here's a poem I wrote about a week ago about that guy. You know who I'm talking about. The guy? Yeah, him.

Admitting Defeat.

27 September, 2010


Is it so cliché to tell you,
That the first time I saw you,
I thought you were beautiful?

And, would you be worried,
If you understood
How weak you make me feel?

I can tell you your birthday,
The day we met,
What you were wearing on that day,
And I could probably figure out
How many times I've seen you since then.

Is that frightening to you?

If only I knew how you feel,
And what you think.

Do you see the world
In the beautiful way that I do?
Do the clouds mystify you?
And are you consumed by fire's
Living properties?

Can I trust you to keep a secret?

Can I trust you to know,
That with all my downfalls,
With everything you've coached me through,
I seem to have fallen?

Trust me,
I know that you get this all the time.
And, I'm not trying to say that I'm special.

I just wanted to you know,
Because there's no way in hell
I could tell you in person,
Just how wonderful you are,
And how amazing you make me feel.

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Yeah, sorry this one post was on the boring side, I've had a crummy Monday. Enjoy?
~ED