Day after day
I would go to the field
and there it would be
my typewriter.
The bottles shined
with the evening sun.
I would lie in the grass
for hours typing
about what felt write
that day.
Poems or stories
I would type
till my fingers felt
like falling off from the cold,
or till I couldn’t see
a thing anymore
but not this day,
something was wrong
and it felt so out of the norm
no matter how I laid I could not
write.
The only time this would happen
to me is when I’m being watched
a smile came to my face
for I knew who it was.
I called to him
knowing just where he was
but nothing happened.
Where was he
I thought
his brown hair
and blue eyes that
followed me out here a few times.
I got out
of my favorite little spot
and walked over to the woods
were he always hide.
I didn’t want to think
of this day
were he finally
stopped chasing me
Was I playing too hard to get
for too long
did he really give up on me.
I felt arms
come around me
out of no were
making me scream from surprise.
Even though I knew
they were his arms
and that little chuckle
was his too
I yelled at him
for scaring a lady
that no women
would ever fall in love
with him if he kept acting
like such I child.
His voice
sent shivers down my spine
as he got close
to whisper in my ear.
that’s ok
because the right women
already has.
From that moment
on I knew I was his
and that he was min.
How romantic! The writer looking for words finds love there instead...
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