UNTITLED
September 18, 2013
Crafted a piece of poetry through the use of sound devices.
His presence was a present
on that summer day.
I was scared to stare
to even look his way.
His presence was a present.
He is here once again.
Met his glance, a wasted chance
every now and then.
His presence was a present
when he said "hello".
I constantly stutter stupidly
when I try to return that "hello".
His presence was a present,
standing side by side.
Not very lonely
waiting for the ride.
His presence was a present. I call him "Ben"
Constant conversations
I don't want them to end.
His presence was a present.
He makes me feel at home.
Laughter following love.
I'm no longer alone.
His presence was a present.