That with
every stroke
of the
Pen
It is
of
Him
I speak
And
with
every
word
placed
It
is
with
intent of
emotion
towards
Him
I wish
to
share
If
ONLY
he knew
How
I loose
words
Sort of like
Writer's Block
When I wish
to summarize
How
I
feel
for Him
As I regard
pictures
saved
Events
stored
in my
memory
As
voices
linger
less
in the
night
Yet
smiles
of
wanton
slickness
as
there
are
exchanged
responses
Comebacks
and
goalies
If only
He
knew
how he
inspires
POETRY
yet leaves
me
whispering
in my
thoughts
And
blankly
day dreaming
On naked paper
If only
He knew
that
I internally
lose my voice
in His laugh
and
come up
short
despite
the length
of
conversations
cause
I
don't
mind
Him
rambling on
Since
I can just
smile
despite
my defenses
that He melts
away
If only He knew I was
just fronting
And that
very moment
when I was with Him
I keep reliving It
because like a child
On A Playground
I Refused To Leave
And Wanted To Keep
Swinging Into Arms
and
Teasing
and
Laughing
Child-Like
Laughter
and
Mindless Banter
and Wishing To Be
Close
Yet Pushing
Away
Cause I woulda Been
There All Day
If Only He Knew
That In A
Few Hours
I Found
Blemished
Perfection
For
Some Reason
My
Spoken Word
Lacks Diction
and
Linguistically
I am Frozen
As He
Appears
If only He
Had A Clue
That
My Ink
Has His Name
and
The Ripples
Upon Pages
Are His Effects
If He Could Decipher
How He changes My Breathing Patterns
and
The Times a Second The Beats
Accelerate IN
MY CHEST
He'd Know
He Is
Something Like
My Execution
When I Try Best
The Passion
I Dedicate
To Every Line
and The
Infatuation
I Have
With My
Final
Product
Despite Possible False Hopes
If He Only Knew...
That I See Him
On The Same Level
as My Pen....
By Samantha Campbell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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