Longing for the home of your arms.
The secrets of your smile, your warming charms.
And I sit here a while…..
Heart sick with emotion, holding inside.
The weight of disappointment, I can not hide.
A teenage affection for you confuses my soul.
In a rush to hurry up because I knew you would go.
Feeling kinda foolish and premature.
Was too eager in offering my heart; scarred and unsure.
Such a joy to fly, my spirit of fire-
soaking luxuriously in your wavy bathwater.
Damning independence…to you, I wished to be tied.
Demanding your attention…and time, a weak supply.
Over an ocean of moments, I desired to see
what it would be like to have you yearning for me.
Pining for more than your friendship,
I hesitated to realize the pools of regret behind your eyes.
So I kept my lips sealed and wrote a poem you wouldn’t see,
to shadow the fascination, my pathetic admiration…
my hunger…my desire…my aching sigh for thee.
This post was submitted by Jolene.