Jessica

Lady Lovely Locks
2002-12-10 01:15:42 (UTC)

It Just Felt Right

I was sitting in Art History class today and I couldn't
help but start to feel artsy. You know, like when you're
just inspired to create? Well, that's how I felt. First
I wanted to draw, this kid sitting next to me was making
finishing touches on a portrait he had drawn, I wanted to
draw or I wanted to be drawn. But that was an impossible
feat at the moment (I can't draw very well and he wasn't
going to draw me) so onto the next step. Writing a
story! I love to write stories and can be so good at them
too! But then I thought, that will take to long and I
haven't finished a story in ages. I start and then it
just gets all crappy and I forget about it. So then last
my last hope is writing a poem. But I didn't want to
write a rhyming poem, I do that to much and I was afraid
it would be back or just dumb. But I think I like
it...and I kinda wrote a little one in the middle of it,
so that one first...

To Touch

His hand reaches to my face
He cups my chin, and lowers his mouth
Oh what bliss
That is his kiss


and then the good one...


Strong and Sweet

He love me so much
But it's hard for him to say
Well, he doesn't say
And maybe he doesn't know yet
But I know
By the way his hands curl around my back
By the way he opens my door, continuously
By the way we wrestle and bite
By the way he grows with no touch at all
But I know
He will know soon
And he will let me know
I will giggle and laugh
Blush and hide my big round eyes
And in return I love him
But I do not say it either
It's our own little secret we keep from each other
Time spent together
And I bite my tounge
Wanting to say it
Waiting for the right moment





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