Ah, a golden turn A twist of luck A simple smile Sparks thought of new hope Unexpected Yet so sweet With that playful air And that warm, dainty smile So glowing in those eyes Deep set in intrigue Captivating beauty in blue Matched by sweet crimson Full and soft Cottony calling And I timidly answer With cautious wind But I have held this joy Not close, But sweetly with a smile But fear grips tight around me I worry it’s too late For frequency plummets surely Is it past chance? Can I still hold on? But I feel awkward Clumsily heartstrung For this new hope to pick me up And let me cast A sweet smile back
Reason for writing:
Most of my poems are written out of frustration. My one true insecurity is in relationships. Because I am afraid to
instigate them, I spend time sadly dreaming of a chance to succeed. This was written the day I met someone new, and saw a chance, which I missed, at ahppiness. I don't claim to have great writing, nor do I expect everyone to understand the emotions behind them. As long as it feels good to me, I'm happy.
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