Hello everybody -- I know I am not the greatest poet in the world, but I really need some input on this one -- I am writing it for my boyfriend and I want to show him -- but I thought I'd ask you people first. I promise you never have to read another poem by me again! LOL.
à Letters Turn to Words, Turn to Not Enough For Youß
by BeF on July 29th, 2001
Sitting here, staring at this page,
I have so much I want to say about you,
so many emotions flowing through me,
so many words, all complimenting you…
they are dancing around in my head,
and I don’t know how exactly to say them,
because words could never work…
none could ever be good enough for you.
As far as I’m concerned, there is no way…
no way for me to ever be pleased…
pleased with something I’ve written about you.
And this doesn’t annoy me at all,
it overwhelms me, in a good way…
I’ve always been able to come to a solid conclusion;
I’ve been able to have an over-all theme,
a feeling that would sum up anything I wrote…
but not with you… you’re too special.
I wish for one second,
you could see exactly what I was thinking… and feeling,
then I wouldn’t sit here for hours,
contemplating my nonsense words,
words that I’ll hate when I read this back,
because then I’ll figure out,
my whole point wasn’t straight-forward…
the poem will never be able to tell you,
precisely how I feel.
Words cannot withstand this kind of emotion,
and I’m positive I could go on forever,
an eternity of compliments and saying "I love you",
things that would be so typical and ordinary…
you can’t get "ordinary"… you are one-of-a-kind.
But when I am with you,
sometimes, when our eyes meet,
it seems like… for that split-second…
without any contact… that we are one and…
you can feel what I feel,
I can see what you see…
It’s so obvious we feel the same for each other…
at those breath-taking moments.
It’s funny that I can’t even picture anyone feeling for me,
this rush of indescribable emotions,
those words that haven’t been written…
the way I feel for you.
I wish I could write you those words,
those words that cannot be written,
maybe, you could hang them up on your wall,
I just know you’d appreciate them…
I could see them making you melt…
they would be so honest and meaningful,
so exact like maybe… if possible,
my brain was decoded and laid out for you to read.
It wouldn’t be an optionà you’d smile your beautiful smile.
And if I were there, that smile would be enough for me,
that smile would make me feel so good.
These types of unknown words, I’m positive,
could and would bring pure-bliss,
to anyone willing to read them… if they were understood,
and I’m sure that out of anyone in this world,
you would be the one with enough love inside,
the one who could read and comprehend them.
It doesn’t depress me, or anger me,
that I simply cannot express in words,
the always-growing extent of my emotions;
it makes me sweat a little…
my heart beats faster…
the thought is a chill down my spine,
a chill that tingles in a good way.
I realize how incredibly lucky I am…
so many people in this enormous world,
and somehow… we found each other.
You deserve only the best,
and I will try my best…
I’m pretty sure neither one of us will try too hard…
us together is like a force of nature.
I know that these weren’t those perfect words,
whatever they may be,
I’m guessing words like that exist only in worlds,
where there is not hate and only love…
I know these words won’t let you in my brain,
but I hope they gave you a clue, I mean, really,
…I can’t always be looking in your eyes… though I wish I could.
------------------
Like anyone worthy, I am flattered by your fastination with me.
Like, any hot blooded women I have simply wanted an object to crave.
But you, you're not allowed, you're uninvited
"Instead of war on poverty, they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me..." --2pac
I, I wish I could swim, like dolphins, dolphins can swim, and nothing, nothing will keep us together, we can beat them, forever and ever, we can be heros, for just one day...
à Letters Turn to Words, Turn to Not Enough For Youß
by BeF on July 29th, 2001
Sitting here, staring at this page,
I have so much I want to say about you,
so many emotions flowing through me,
so many words, all complimenting you…
they are dancing around in my head,
and I don’t know how exactly to say them,
because words could never work…
none could ever be good enough for you.
As far as I’m concerned, there is no way…
no way for me to ever be pleased…
pleased with something I’ve written about you.
And this doesn’t annoy me at all,
it overwhelms me, in a good way…
I’ve always been able to come to a solid conclusion;
I’ve been able to have an over-all theme,
a feeling that would sum up anything I wrote…
but not with you… you’re too special.
I wish for one second,
you could see exactly what I was thinking… and feeling,
then I wouldn’t sit here for hours,
contemplating my nonsense words,
words that I’ll hate when I read this back,
because then I’ll figure out,
my whole point wasn’t straight-forward…
the poem will never be able to tell you,
precisely how I feel.
Words cannot withstand this kind of emotion,
and I’m positive I could go on forever,
an eternity of compliments and saying "I love you",
things that would be so typical and ordinary…
you can’t get "ordinary"… you are one-of-a-kind.
But when I am with you,
sometimes, when our eyes meet,
it seems like… for that split-second…
without any contact… that we are one and…
you can feel what I feel,
I can see what you see…
It’s so obvious we feel the same for each other…
at those breath-taking moments.
It’s funny that I can’t even picture anyone feeling for me,
this rush of indescribable emotions,
those words that haven’t been written…
the way I feel for you.
I wish I could write you those words,
those words that cannot be written,
maybe, you could hang them up on your wall,
I just know you’d appreciate them…
I could see them making you melt…
they would be so honest and meaningful,
so exact like maybe… if possible,
my brain was decoded and laid out for you to read.
It wouldn’t be an optionà you’d smile your beautiful smile.
And if I were there, that smile would be enough for me,
that smile would make me feel so good.
These types of unknown words, I’m positive,
could and would bring pure-bliss,
to anyone willing to read them… if they were understood,
and I’m sure that out of anyone in this world,
you would be the one with enough love inside,
the one who could read and comprehend them.
It doesn’t depress me, or anger me,
that I simply cannot express in words,
the always-growing extent of my emotions;
it makes me sweat a little…
my heart beats faster…
the thought is a chill down my spine,
a chill that tingles in a good way.
I realize how incredibly lucky I am…
so many people in this enormous world,
and somehow… we found each other.
You deserve only the best,
and I will try my best…
I’m pretty sure neither one of us will try too hard…
us together is like a force of nature.
I know that these weren’t those perfect words,
whatever they may be,
I’m guessing words like that exist only in worlds,
where there is not hate and only love…
I know these words won’t let you in my brain,
but I hope they gave you a clue, I mean, really,
…I can’t always be looking in your eyes… though I wish I could.
------------------
Like anyone worthy, I am flattered by your fastination with me.
Like, any hot blooded women I have simply wanted an object to crave.
But you, you're not allowed, you're uninvited
"Instead of war on poverty, they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me..." --2pac
I, I wish I could swim, like dolphins, dolphins can swim, and nothing, nothing will keep us together, we can beat them, forever and ever, we can be heros, for just one day...
