I like you...just a little bit...like this much..
And repeatedly I've come just as close to giving up..
I wear my heart on my sleeve..
Now it feels like it's hanging by a thread..
If I could hand it to you and leave..
Turn my back on every tear I've shed..
Erase all doubt and confusion..
You left my world hanging upside-down..
Now I've come to the conclusion..
What I feel is proper...just like a noun..
But did you ever feel the same?
Here I lay my soul bare, in order to share..
That love is such a foolish claim..
When all I do is just stop and stare..
Not a single care in the world..
I think of you and everything's all right..
Not once but thrice times the third..
Poems about, and many more to write..
There is really nothing more..
But to say you inspire me unlike any other..
Even with all the confusing doors..
You gave me a way out...now I'm yours to discover..
we discover a part of us that was locked when we are inspired by something or someone, great poem Marcus :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Again, nice poem :)