Rotten Eggs Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

Like eggs at Denny’s, she scrambles my head.
Her bangs slowly fall to hide her face.
My hand into hers, by electricity led,
And my heart beats at an abnormal pace.
Like silence, this moment is easily broken.
If caution is taken, it lasts a while.
Again I'm trapped in eyes of deep oaken,
To wipe my mind her way, takes style.
Others claim they see it when she sees me,
A quiet secret that screams at the world.
If self-imposed restrictions would be freed,
I would be her boy, and she would be sure.
False hope I have to one day become fact,
Until that day, we must continue this act.