Free verse № 73483
My Secret
Your pretty blue eyes and pale skin
makes me want you.
Your soft voice and innocent look
makes me care for you.
Your dark hair and your unique body
makes me think about you.
I want to talk to you, but I can't because
fear has me by the neck and isn't letting go
anytime soon.
I know every moment I waste means someone might snatch you
up, but my paralyzing fear locks my words inside of me.
Courage is an idea that wasn't passed on to me and I know
nothing of it.
I know rejection isn't painful, but the idea of it is torture.
If I had the strength to tell you my feelings, I would tell you how much I love you
3 comments
I wonder about the "unique body" . . . I'd typically crit for the simple descriptors (doesn't show much, tells alot) - but they fit with the simple emotional theme, so; fine.
This would easily make a very nice ghazal.
If you put all of your titles together? It looks just like one of those signs that those Jesus freaks carry in the subways of New York. Facinating, truly fricken fascinating.
"Pretty blue eyes" is ho-hum, unimaginative and fundamentally undescriptive. You are telling, not letting the poem do the work that leads us to understand what it is about those eyes that is so special.
Unique body? Again, a classification w/o an image. Sounds more like a customized car than a woman.
Because I don't come inside the experience but only hear it described in mundane terms, this comes off as an uninteresting diary entry.
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