Communication Through Poetry January 17, 2006
Posted by Alex or Clifton (circle one) in Clifton, Clifton’s Love Poems, Clifton’s Poems.trackback
We haven’t talked in
A couple of weeks,
With me leaving any room
You are in, ignoring all of the
Phone calls on my cell,
And you still don’t get any reason
Why I’m doing all of this,
Do you?
I made something for you, I said
Stopping you in an empty hallway at school,
Handing you a sheet of paper
From my back pocket, watching you read it
With sweat pouring down my face
Uncontrolably.
Oh, you replied lightly
S you tried to keep the overwhelming amount of
Disgust and suprise locked inside,
Not wanting to hurt my
Supposedly fragile feelings.
Ok, I said (Every day since two weeks ago
I’ve been staying up until two o’clock secretly
Under my covers with a flashlight
Brainstorming on my only ticket into your
Lovely but complex heart which has been
Tormenting me since the moment I met you and imagined you with me for eternity) as I slowly Got up and walked down the hallway with
Unnoticable tears running down my face.
Oh my gosh! I figured out the poem.
You asked the girl out.
She turned you down.
Simple, but it took me a while.
BUT IT’S NOT REAL!
okay, sorry. Petpeeves getting the better of me.
This had no strong pictures, but strong words. It tugs at your heart making you wonder if you’re right, if she did say no. What will he do?
You deserve a brownie. I’ll give you one on Monday if I still have some. Sound good?
awwwwwww! clifton don’t cry. shhhhh. its ok……awwwwwww. pauvre bebe.(thats french) i don’t mean to be rude but……..everyones heart is complex……some more than others. it would be kinda hard to find your way through mine
i just realized. you don’t have a phone. so this isn’t real…. is it??