Monday, November 11, 2013

follow your love



 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.

1 comment:

  1. How romantic! The writer looking for words finds love there instead...

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