#6 & #7: Coward & Fantasy (Respectively)

#6

Coward

I used to shy away

From matters of the heart

Though excelling in powers

Of the brain rivaled only

By friends

I never could get a good look at you

In fact, I never even tried

In so long a time

I can't even remember anymore.

Coward am I,

To not walk up to you and say,

"I love you."

Because it's socially unacceptable.

But so is raising your hand

for every question a teacher asks -

Isn't it?

My life is about

Chasing the S.U.

But I cant find the courage

To be direct to you.

Coward am I

To communicate

In poems ill-written

Love's a strong word -

But can I use it in a poem?

Damn right, I can.

I don't know what it is

But I can effectively say

On what I think I know of you,

That every part of you,

Corporeal and Ethereal,

Is beautiful to me -

Your voice

Your smile

Your brilliance

Your bosom

Your eyes

Your hair

Even that smidgen of bossiness

Your humor

Your kind words

That make a lasting impression on me

Your soul - indescribable

I can't even think of a word

That encompasses its depth;

The many sides of your personality

Coward am I,

Not to compliment you directly -

Coward am I, Coward am I, Coward am I.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

#7

Fantasy

I don't believe in fantasy,

Though I might imagine it

In my screwed up head

This is how I see it -

One poem, a statement,

One action, one word,

Would crack you,

I, delighted, have turned you around

I, who struggled long and hard

To make it socially acceptable

To be with you -

But more to be comfortable with myself

You, who had suffered through

Poems ill-written

Would fall in love after so long

After having gone to me for all your problems

I, who has never been in a relationship

Before you, through high school

I never wanted another

Not even once.

But that's all my own imagination

Consider the present situation -

I, a hopeless romantic,

You, a beautiful young woman

You, who stands in high regard

I, who lies at the bottom

Who is afraid of approaching you

And can't find a time to do so

Oh I wish, I wish

There was such a time

When I could talk to you

And you could talk to me

And share our problems

And have a cry,

And sniffle with wet eyes

And give comforting hugs,

And be honest with one another

And know that we're there for each other

And share stories

And laugh together,

And maybe, just maybe

Something will build off of it;

Friends to best friends

And maybe something more.

Once again, this is just fantasy

But oh, how I wish it were more

And every day I don't talk to you

I feel worse than before.