6-22-09 - Poem by Audrey O'shea
The whirl wind begins, my eyes won't close to blink, falling deeper again, while my mind continues to think.
Is this even real? He's back but not so much, could i make myself deal, when i hunger for his touch.
But is that all this is? an attraction laced with lust? or is it that happy ending bliss, that i made myself bellieve is a must.
I can't even begin to figure this out, he is who i was meant to be, my mind is filled with doubt, as i try so hard to see.
I've been dreaming about this for three long years, but now i dont know, should i let myself fear, or give him the love ive been dying to show.
So many questions, i dont know this man at all, ive believed so hard in this attraction, that my hope is beginning to fall.
How can i love someone, but know not what to say, when believing hes the one, then he's in front of me and i start to delay.
His words have me thinking, im not sure what to do, my heart starts sinking, because now i dont really know you.
I thought this would be different, but when im with you im speechless, how do i express love with no words, when im just completely scared, so i confess.
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