Love poem for a girl I haven't talked to

[warzonemonkey]

For some time now
I've been stalking you
If only in my head
And I must admit
It feels a bit...
Creepy

Especially when all I know
Is that your mouth is a piano
Your sonnets, candied ginger
Now I'm no poet
My mind doesn't think in metaphors
But sometimes
I want the space between our
Finger tips to be that clumsy note
Reverberated on the string of my

Comments

[topheavykiwi]

i really like this.
thank you for sharing =]

[warzonemonkey]

Thanks, it means a lot. I'm so glad everyone I've shared this with has really liked it. Thanks again!