Untitled Poem by Jennavieve Agnus Beular.

I try to conjour up the words in my head that sound good to the spoken world.
I'm dead.
I haven't a thought of another than you, than myself.
I lie here filled with anticipation,
Exaggerating a smile, for you.
You think I'm fine, I know this seems to be true.
For so long you didn't know I loved you.
Now you do, and I wonder do you think of me at times?
Do you long for something more than a seasonal lust?
I long for love from you.
My heart wants for you to submerge me with your thoughts.
Outline my being with your lips, divinely intact.
Say you love me, but you later took it back.