It’s going to be hard but you need be danced with. I’d be pathetic but I’d try my best so that I can dance with you. I’d dare not speak because you’d be stunning—too stunning to be tussled with words. I would not speak until awkward consumes my being. But I’d still dance with you. Then again, before it all goes horribly to plan, I’d rather not ask because I’d give anything to see you happier even if it’s not with me
I saw a hint in your sweet eyes,
a tinge of red—a trickle of sob.
So you build these walls
and pray no one notices.
You hide your tears
behind the smell of the rain.
I see it right there even though I try not;
I feel every breath, every stab in the chest.
I wish I have the right words
the right poem, the right song.
My bones ache as you feel your pain
my throat closes as you say his name.
Can you read my mind?
I’m here, still here, not wandering away.
Who am I kidding?
The truth is
some pain are worth it,
they get old at times
and you get tired—but
the sweet taste of heartache
never gets old when the heart
longs for a touch of sentiment
to fill the hunger felt by