Random Poem 1

ok! So I made up a poem just now so I could put it as a post so that I actually have something to show somebody who might be interested in this blog.  I usually write darker poems and brighter stories but it just so happens that this poem is a little bit happier.  I hope it means something to you as it kind of does to me.  Thanks for reading this and please enjoy.

When She's More of Your Kind

To say we are meant for each other,

though I wouldn't mind,
just doesn't sound right,
when she's more of your kind.

You come talk to me
just about every day,
you make me feel happy
in a casual way.

How your eyes,
make contact with mine
gives me strange feelings,
feelings hard to define.

To say we are meant for each other,
though I wouldn't mind,
just doesn't sound right,
when she's more of your kind.

When I see you with her,
I can't bear the sight.
Her shorts too short,
her shirts too tight.

When I see you with her,
I suddenly remember,
how you and me,
could never be together.

To say we are meant for each other,

though I wouldn't mind,
just doesn't sound right,
when she's more of you kind.

But when we are together,
it's easy to believe,
that something could possibly happen
between you and me.

Just seeing her in class,
reminds me I'm not enough.
But when you talk to me it's hard to think
that what's between us could be a bluff.

To say we are meant for each other,

though I wouldn't mind,
just doesn't sound right,
when she's more of you kind.

I see how she acts in front of you,
she's clearly interested in something.
To think I might have a chance
is really distressing.

But when I saw you

turn her down,

I knew it was something else you had been looking for,
and you knew that in me it could be found.

When you turned to me

I couldn't do anything to hide

all the excitement

that had been building up inside.

To say that we are meant for each other,
I'm sure you wouldn't mind,
when we are together,
to everyone else, we are blind.