About the Poem
This poem is not about a man. It's about me.
I feel like I always have opportunities but I am too chicken to go out and catch them. I am always scared of something.
What Have I Done? |
| by Olivia |
| I saw him standing there, cold and wet from the rain. The air coming from his mouth was clearly visible and all I could do was stare. He was so beautiful. He seemed intelligent and sensitive. I wanted to go up to him and kiss him and make his cold flesh warm. But I am frozen in time. I try to move but its as if my feet are glued to the floor. I can't move! He leaves in a cab before I get a chance to talk to him. He could have been the one. The one that I've been searching for. Now, he is gone. |
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3 Visitor Comments
Raesheania
That was good. I dont really have anything to say sorry but it was good. That sounds really bad not the poem but what I said.
Melissa
This poem touched me. And I think it because something simlar has happend to me. This poem really brought back this special memory and that probibly why i like it so much. Thank you and keep it up
Gypsy
sweet.
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