That Something, by *~Mik@y1@~* Subscribe to rss feed for  *~Mik@y1@~*

There’s something different
About him.
I can’t say
Exactly what it is.
I honestly can’t tell.
But I know
There’s something,
Something.

I can feel it
When I see his face.
That little something
Is ever-present
Whenever he is near.
When I hear him speak
About God, the Bible, religion—
I never want him to stop.

What is this thing?
Can anyone tell me?
I would really love to know.
That something—
Is something great,
Something powerful,
Something strong,
Something amazing.

It’s inspiring,
Strangely addictive.
It’s so familiar, but so new.
It’s so comfortable, safe.
When he’s around,
I can’t tear my eyes away.
I try to be aware of my surroundings,
But I can only focus on him.

This something 
Is latched deep inside me.
Like other guys—
If I don’t see him,
My crush begins to diminish.
But when I see him again,
That something erupts
And makes it like before.

Have you ever felt it?
That something
That you can’t describe.
That is unlike anything else.
It can’t be classified
As anything concrete.
It’s a presence that is present
In your heart.

You know it’s different,
Though you can’t explain why.
It’s just so sure.
So life-changing, so beautiful,
So perfect, so exciting.
You never want it to disappear
Because you know it’s important.
That something…something.  ©
Posted: 2010-12-08 19:14:48 UTC

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