InvisibleMan
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Here are a few things I have written about someone I have feelings for, though I'm not releasing some of them because they mean too much to me to let be broadcast around the web. She hasn't, nor will she ever, see these poems. I recently tried asking her out with some ambiguous questions. Her response was what I had expected, she only views me as a friend. Luckily to save us both from awkwardness when we see each other, I told her she had misinterpreted what I had said, and that I had no intention to ever date her. She believes what I told her, since she then proceeded to apologize profusely for her response.
You were the one who spoke to me,
changed my life for all to see.
You grasped my heart,
with claw-like hands;
In a single stroke,
you dashed my plans.
You have my mind,
don't you see?
You choose my life;
my destiny.
The only thing that pains me so,
is that you hold my life,
but do not know.
My soul was vexed,
by your voice,
nothing given;
not a choice.
changed my life for all to see.
You grasped my heart,
with claw-like hands;
In a single stroke,
you dashed my plans.
You have my mind,
don't you see?
You choose my life;
my destiny.
The only thing that pains me so,
is that you hold my life,
but do not know.
My soul was vexed,
by your voice,
nothing given;
not a choice.
The only thing I've almost done
to help mankind was with a gun.
A single shot is all it will take,
to end a life, one so full of hate.
I slowly pulled the chamber back,
the gun now cocked, sat on my lap.
With cold metallic grip in hand,
I tried to recite my final plans.
But alas my mind was far too weak,
my hand quivered – I couldn't speak.
I sat the gun down on a whim,
decided later I would try again.
The next day though you were there,
I tried to run from your loving stare.
You spoke to me as though you cared,
you lifted me up from despair.
So now the gun sits on my rest,
waiting to carry me from distress.
Here I give my heart and soul,
they are yours to have and hold.
I do not wish to make you cry,
much more than I wish I could die.
So for now I will not dare,
pick that gun up into air.
to help mankind was with a gun.
A single shot is all it will take,
to end a life, one so full of hate.
I slowly pulled the chamber back,
the gun now cocked, sat on my lap.
With cold metallic grip in hand,
I tried to recite my final plans.
But alas my mind was far too weak,
my hand quivered – I couldn't speak.
I sat the gun down on a whim,
decided later I would try again.
The next day though you were there,
I tried to run from your loving stare.
You spoke to me as though you cared,
you lifted me up from despair.
So now the gun sits on my rest,
waiting to carry me from distress.
Here I give my heart and soul,
they are yours to have and hold.
I do not wish to make you cry,
much more than I wish I could die.
So for now I will not dare,
pick that gun up into air.