The Rhyme is Hiding With the Rest of Me

December 13, 2011
I'm too good to be entranced
By the dance of your hand,
And too blind to understand that perhaps a part of me,
Despite all efforts to be a better human being,
Cannot help seeing the decisive stroke and grace
Which I have found in an odd place: with you.
No matter what I do, fleeting impressions stay.
Day by day, it's a battle with instinct
As I try and I try to think that you mean nothing.
But it isn't true; you bring smiles to a girl
Who is glowering at the world and hating every time
You coax them out of her, as if it's a crime to make people happy.
Just by being, you make me sappy. Oh look,
Another useless love poem on the book of my heart
For a boy who must always be a part of my life, but not of it.
Despite how much I covet a look or glance,
Just the barest hint of a chance to be together
Against all odds, whatever I do, nothing will change
The lingering feelings. It's strange, how long they'll last.
A ghost from the past still hunts doggedly,
And chases my poor heart as it sprints through the woods.





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