Alone once more with my thoughts
bitterly like the sharp taste of a lemon
deniable; the mood is mellow, a gentle shade of yellow
like the yellow of the perfect piece of candy
Bathing in radiating sun rays, merrily dancing with a gentle breeze
primarily this would be reflection, collection time
to gather my thoughts, lock them in a box
redirect them into a positive force
so victory; sweet, sweet victory
can reign over the obstacles standing in the way daily halt
My mind has suddenly, abruptly mesmerized into quicksand
I take a glimpse in the crystal ball of my cell phone screen
staring hard to make out the person staring back at me
The eyes looking back belong to a lion
ha, lion rhyming with my name, Ryan
So simple unfortunately, sometimes I wish it was a different one
but oh well, who cares right haha
I catch myself singing, silently mouthing every word
with the addictive, pounding beat of music flooding my eardrums
Passing by, stopping myself in mid flow
stood a woman I hardly know but secretly wanted to
She acknowledges my existence
or maybe I just finally materialized into a being
Funny how I finally crave loneliness
smiling, I welcome an unknown variable in my ever changing world
Her skin sits the soft complexion of a slightly roasted peach
her hair medium in length, a mix of purple and red
shining perfectly bright in the sun
as if angels were hinting, foreshadowing events soon to come
And I am hiding exclusively behind my eyes
hoping we can simultaneously share a quick glance
The color of them I wish I knew, a chance I wish I had
Regretfully, I’m facing unimaginable doubt thanks to Helena
Helena..please don’t place her upon me..
The symphony of her name, Anastasia
it’s enough, enough to tell me everything will be fine
just take it slow, take it slow; let things happen naturally
I appreciate the help from Parkour
but the challenge is what I strive for
I like to do things on my own
How I feel around her, incomprehensible
I admit I like her; it’s been awhile since I’ve only liked a girl
I always jump too fast
skip the like, go straight into love
and leave the defeated, beaten one
while the person I was loving becomes the broken heart
Can I admit I’m nervous, unprepared
Honestly, when have I ever been haha
I just can’t back down, get cold feet now
She’s talking to me, speaking to me
and I have nothing to say, not yet
My eyes are speaking for me
studying her face, her body, her laugh, her facial expressions
My eyes are speaking for me
asking…asking…if she, if she
Anastasia
will she be with me…
Anastasia
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