So this my first real ‘Love’ poem. Don’t worry, I’ve not written it over someone or anything like that. It’s just another addition to my many poems that I keep posting on here.
On that cracked old bench
we sat down our thoughts.
My ears to your voice,
my eyes on you locked.
Oh dear Bella,
my senses you’ve filled;
your memory leaks out,
on my heart is spilled.
To know it had been
on you all this time,
This secret I’ll keep
with my lovesick mind.
I know I’m too late.
Another has won
this race I’ve so lost.
I’ve been well outdone.
This face, all ragged
and pimple-stricken;
undeserving of
such fine a woman.
So fret not dear Bella,
for my heart will survive
However small,
it’s pieces I will find.
And mend it back
to what it was before;
to before I fell victim,
to your magical lure.
Goodbye dear Bella,
I’ll leave you this letter
to where it began
where no more it matters.
A weight was hanged upon my heart;
pushing, forcing down it’s thrust
waiting to snap, to break it apart
I guess that’s why it’s called a crush.
