Shitty Poetry, Hidden Messages, Still waiting for a Breakthrough

Out of my thoughts

And into the frying pan

To try and unscramble

The jumbles of words

That so describe the way I feel.

You are beautiful

And I would do anything

To make you believe

Would say everything

She never did.

Burn

She walks into the room

Cool, Calm, Collected,

Takes a seat across from me,

And just like a sickness

I’m infected,

Finding it hard to breathe.

She’s

Not even noticing

The way I watch the way she moves

Or the careful distance that I keep.

She doesn’t know the way I feel,

Doesn’t know she’s what I need.

Oh, I’d tell her if I could -

That it’s her kiss I crave

But in the end

I’m too afraid

She just won’t feel the same.