That Something

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By *~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. ©

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