This crush has pressed for 2 years And brought nothing but pain and tears Like a boy striving to touch the stars You are on Venus and I am on Mars We live but a block away But enough to break my heart I am like a bottle of shaken soda And self-confidence is holding on the cap What a plastic bubble I live in Secret and open the bubble isn’t always clear 6 words hold such fear And one reply releases the soda Feeling played like a puppet Thoughts clog my mind Love so unimaginative Affection of no kind Putting on this clear mask to Protect myself from vital opinions What awful taste I do to impress you What more must I do to for you to be convinced I want to run my words like a siren Keeping them locked away for so long Confessions shall free discouragement And life has the chance of 50/50 Do I lack the confidence of myself? What negative outcomes should pollute this “life”? True confessions shall set me free And I shall let my mind rest for I peaceful nightBirth sign: Virgo
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