Lingering

It’s been a while, and lots of things have happened, for all I know I’ve confessed to a boy, and more, but for now he just wants to be friends, even though he doesn’t act like it. So have this poem, lingering, in my eyes towards him.

Lingering

What if every time I get closer I get pushed away,
I know the words, yet I am too afraid to say.
My comments kept inside me all along
Just one note away from singing the correct song.

Somethings get closer than what we will be for real
It’s a thing I don’t want to feel.
This is just about you and me I know
But I don’t know if what you do is real or for show.

I’m afraid to ask it again, but also to stay away
There are so many reasons why I should stay.
I have been enlightened with a cheer in my heart
No experience, but an even braver heart.

So, I continue to wait and see
Hoping that friendship will become more, and I become we.

Sleep isn’t everything

I guess, some of my friends, just like to constantly yawn, as one of them actually mentioned in a text, this was the result.

Yawning is the terror of everything
Always lurking in the shadows asking for something.
Whatever it is, mighty cannot even say
Neither can the Polish, but they have their own way.

Intresting is what others would say it to be
Neither around, yet never to be free
Gaining on everything, mortal and enemy.

Quest

On the quest towards a meal for a home
the knight for a mighty throne.
A dragon unslain habiting the castle
something for the knight, yet quite a hassle.

“Oh, old can of Iron Glory,
Willt Du defeat me, or die in glory?”

The dragon almighty, yet kind
spun a wheel, and pressed rewind.
A knight, no longer in his eye,
only a dying man, laughing by.

“Forgive me Dragon, Du hast won,
please send my regards to my wife and my young.”

One moment it happened the next it was gone,
the dragon had slain himself for what he had become.

“Go back in your time, oh knight almighty.
Remember those you love, people like you and me.”

The knight found the rewinder, and so it began,
a new adventure, and more than one.
Never hoping, dreaming to yet be,
the dragon’s words he carried, to places yet to see.