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It took a while for me to warm up to Tom

I couldn’t see the point of it all

Why almost everyone was in awe with him

Why they liked him at all.

He was easy on the eyes

But not someone I was attracted to immediately

I nodded as they said how handsome he is

Although I didn’t think so, but then that was just me.

Then for some reason I dreamt of him

As if my brain was trying to tell me something

That one dream changed it all

And out of nowhere, I felt everything.

I couldn’t shake the thought of him

I couldn’t get him out of my mind

So I slowly tried to know the man

To see what I can find.

I found out he was kind and polite

That when he gave you his attention, he listens and remembers

That he’s a real gentleman and a wide reader

And he loves the feel of December.

He had faults, he isn’t perfect

And he doesn’t try to be or pretend to be

He can be a charmer when he wants to

And silent when sad, much like me.

He’s the guy you’d be proud to introduce to your dad and mom

Yes, that’s him…. That’s Tom.

I didn’t fall for him, not at first

I admired the man, that’s the truth

And slowly I understood

Why people liked Tom so much.

They ask

And I questioned myself.

I wondered what’s wrong with me

I wondered what others may have that I don’t

I wondered

Had self doubt

Felt lonely

I wanted to get away from everyone

I felt ridiculed

I was hurt

They question me…

Why The Star

I once loved the sun

But he only wanted to have fun

He didn’t care about my heart

And so I decided we should be apart

.

I once loved the moon

But he felt we were getting serious too soon

So he said a hurried goodbye

And I was left to cry

.

Then I knew the sky

And we both wanted to try

But the fit wasn’t all too well

So we both decided to say farewell

.

Then came the star

Who was patient in healing my scars

We both took our time

And slowly we started the climb

.

And so it was

But Why?

But why would I want anyone else

When there is only him?

Why would I look elsewhere

When I only have him in my dreams?

But why would I cry?

Or be shy?

When I truly loved only him

He is the one I dream of

The one that has my love and affection

The one that I give my full attention
He doesn’t know,

No one knows,

That I feel so much for someone who is impossible to reach

A star and a commoner just can’t be
So I stay as I am and where I am

And in secret say, 

“He is the reason why I am still single”

Stop Asking Me

Stop asking what kind of guy I like,

Or what makes my heart skip like a lightning strike!

Stop asking about my ideals,

It’s looking a lot like these questions are serials.

Stop asking  me about who or what captures my heart,

Just keep it light as a start.

I’m tired with all the twenty questions,

That’s it for now, I’m through with any suggestions.

Why Do We Call It Love?

Why do we call this love?

When hurt just follows

When you crumble

When you fall

When you stumble

On your knees you crawl

 

But it is love

And it’s real

And you learn

And you grow

It’s not simple

But you know

It’s true

That’s why we call it love

Why Do I Love You, Sir?

Because—
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer—Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.

Because He knows—and
Do not You—
And We know not—
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so—

The Lightning—never asked an Eye
Wherefore it shut—when He was by—
Because He knows it cannot speak—
And reasons not contained—
—Of Talk—
There be—preferred by Daintier Folk—

The Sunrise—Sire—compelleth Me—
Because He’s Sunrise—and I see—
Therefore—Then—
I love Thee—

-Emily Dickinson-

He Laughed At My Poem

I wrote a poem for him alone then wished I never did.

I only have myself to blame and now I feel ashamed.

My love for him, to the world I confessed

They must have thought I was obsessed,

for I promised to move mountains and catch a falling star

As if I’m just taking cookie from a jar.

He read my poem but it was clear

that he really didn’t care

He wanted something so much more,

something more than I can share.

 

He read again the poem I wrote, he smiled the biggest smile

He said, “I didn’t notice this, it sure took me a while.”

I wondered what he meant by this,

not sure I’m catching up.

Is there something I wrote incorrectly?

I wondered what I messed up

 

He said, “what a fine poet you are, a very pretty way to write”

“Why don’t you and I have lunch? Let’s go get a bite.”

I did not know what to say,

was he just pulling my leg?

So I asked for the paper I gave him,

As a matter of fact, I begged

And there I saw the reason why he smiled,

why he laughed with such gist

The poem he read, after all,

was my shopping list.

Softly I wept, my tears just fell

I did not know the reason why

Time was frozen, and so was I

Lost in nowhere; your hand cold as ice

I looked up but the light hurt my eye

Below lay the darkness of the abyss

I looked around the crowded street

I see no familiar face

In between sobs, I hear a song

of whisper from afar

The sons came home to their families

resting in silence on the ground

Your eyes were hard, you looked at me

And instantly I felt the pain

Whatever it was for whatever reason

I cried without knowing why

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