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When you feel it...let it out....let them know how you feel.

When I get so emotional, its not always in vain. I think widely and do the best i can. I'm thinking of something interesting to come soon but in the meanwhile, have a piece of what I compose for him.....
I hope you think of me as much,
All I feel's your touch,
I want you to keep in touch,
To the extent my heart you can catch,
I pray we don't go apart,
Coz you always lived in my heart,
Not sure whether this is right,
For in you I see no fault.


When you text I go to the moon,
Its much to bare for my brain,
When I see your pic I can not explain,
I yearn to disappear by train,
Coz your speech gets me off my feet,
N your lips absolutely cute n the best,
In desire I drown in your sight,
My fantasy is to rest on your chest.


Any idea I'm awake just for you?
Wishing that we could be just us two?
All I want is a vision n a clue,
So I don't  land into a traumatizing blue,
Working on building all my hopes high,
Just because you touched my thigh,
And because our likes make a tie,
And to break all we have is to try.  


I'm afraid of a sudden heart attack,
I can't handle another heart break,
To be safe out of this I should sneak,
My dreams should be least of my trick,
How I wish I could control my desire,
Touching ur abs gave me great of a pleasure,
Sudden happiness is strange n can't measure,
But your company is something I admire. 


All I am is a dangerous dreamer,
A slow learner n a fool for that matter,
I don't use my experience for the better,
Guess in love all I need is a teacher,
No, I don't have to be at all hopeless,
This life is unfair and merciless,
Best to live is free of stress,
Trust in God and pray for his bless.


Comments

  1. kevansweli7 June 2013 at 04:59

    quite interesting in the allusion made there.

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  2. Caroline Nderitu7 June 2013 at 07:18

    Thank you Evans...I will upload more poems with time so keep a track.

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  3. Unknown11 June 2013 at 10:16

    the poem is great, u ave a wonderful talent my friend

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