12/17/09

by The Hidden Poet   Jul 3, 2010


It is said,
that good things come to those who wait.
tired of waiting, I felt dead.
until I saw you.
You threw out the bait,
you're good looks.
I was hooked, I needed to meet you.

I wanted to talk to you, so bad.
It was sad.
Every time I got near,
I was consumed by fear.
the fear of doing something embarrassing.

The time finally came
It was then or never.
It was time to learn your name.
Friends were pushing me,
They put me to shame.

I took my one chance
We talked, I learned your name.
that day was the start of our never ending romance.

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments