If You Knew - Poem by Josefine Carrion
Who are you?
The one who makes me smile, laugh, dream, desire;
the one who knows why I feel, scream, sigh, and cry;
the one who tries with every beat of his heart to keep me here.
Did you know
you make me nervous when you look at my lips as I speak?
you make me dream when I look into your eyes hoping you do the same
you have me in the palm of your hand and I enjoy it?
I spend my days thinking about you with a lack of logic?
How do you do that?
By looking into my soul,
understanding the moods,
bringing out the truths,
sailing along with me.
What to do?
Keep all this inside and disguise the intentions with excuses?
Seem naïve and follow your friendly lead?
Dream of what I wish could be, knowing it never will?
I just did.
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