Boo

by dona moo-young   Oct 30, 2004


*I know its long but please read it and comment I'd like to get your input, positive or negative*

It seems like you’re gone
When you were never really there
You were so full of hope
But I was so full of fear

I wasn't ready for love
And you weren't ready for me
Not quite a man
But what a man you would be

We were both much too young
The time wasn't right
Both so rebellious
Nothing to do but fight

Me so violent
My fists of steel
You too "cool"
Afraid to be real

I was too distant
Your touch turned so cold
Couldn't even kiss you
Yet your heart was sold

So convinced you could change me
As if I was owned
Certain you'd win me
But your attempts were postponed

I just had to stop you
The price you must pay
Your arms are open
But me, I run away

It all seems so harmless
Yet I'm so afraid
Afraid of the prices
So many have paid

The more you approach me the more I move away
And still I digress
So you keep on calling
Yet still no progress

The more that I fight you
The closer you get
Feelings trying to get in
Feelings I won't let

So I back off
Try to let you breathe
I try to walk away
But you won’t let me leave

Why am I running?
Every time I escape I only run back
I'm running in circles
Around an endless track

I try to leave, I really do
But here with you I feel so insured
Just harmless fun
But my friends are disturbed

I don't really like you
At least, I don't think
But that's just the problem
You'd miss if you blinked

Tainted names so innocent
I didn't think about how it would look
Walking hand in hand
They thought they read me like a book

I guess they don't know
But there's not much for me to expect
So full of disappointment
I get no respect

Friends can hug
I can hold your hand
Talk all night
And it’s nothing too grand

How do you feel?
Why do you stare?
Watch me flirt
And suddenly glare

Then you come close
When we're all alone
Making advances
Friends can’t condone

Your friends say you’re silly
That you have dreams
They won't quite tell me
But they'll tell me how it seems

You say you don't like me
Tell them I'm a joke
Come around me
And suddenly you choke

Hanging with your homies
You just seem so fake
I've seen some actors
But you take the cake

Both running away
But still running back
Emotions of fiction
Yet still they are fact

Neither was ready
Not me or you
Still so young
You could have been my boo

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