Sometimes I wonder
When the sun sets, do you ponder
What could be
Between us, a something
So insecure
Unreal in its unfolding
Remolding
Into an entity of
Well, let’s not go there
Sometimes,
When our hands touch,
I wonder if I am
Missing out on
Very important
Signals.
And when I lay
Down to sleep at
Night, it all becomes
So very…less
Obvious
I wrote this poem, a while ago. 24 January 2009. I wrote it thinking of how they make me feel, people who I am close to, who I sometimes wish were something more. And it's troublesome because I usually just want truly close friends, but when they do some things, and I take it the wrong way...
Alas, sadly, once, it was meant that way, and I messed up. And now, I wished to return those feelings, but the same insecurity rests on my part as did on theirs. Woe unto those who forsake affection...
~Fauna
Someone Else's Arms by Mae
Nice poem, i likey
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