Favourite & Other Poems

 

Favourite

I said that you’re my favourite
   it sounded a bit lame
   like it’s some sort of game

I meant that out of everyone
   I know or ever knew
   I want only you.

I said that you’re my favourite
   it sounded a bit lame
   my heart is not a game
 

Not The Rehearsal

I’m rocking my chair
   looking but not talking to her
   practicing everything I want to say

my chair knocks against the floor
   feet topping in rhythm
   tick tock tick tock

time passing time wasting
   practicing everything I want to say
   and not talking
 

Mystery

What mysteries in her raven tresses?
What secrets silent in her eyes?
Is her beauty a part of who she is
Or a part of her disguise?

I’ll never know but one thing’s certain
Only perfection could compare
With secrets silent in her starlight eyes
And mysteries in her raven hair.
 

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