by Jennifer Vensel

Created on: November 09, 2008   Last Updated: January 09, 2009

I will walk up to you

even though I hang my head,

and want to hide behind the backs

of everyone and everything.

Speak, Speak I can find the words

if I try.

Your brown eyes, your innocent look

revives my first love found,

the feeling always waiting

inside me,

waiting like a thirst.

Your hands holding the pencil

signing your name.

I wish the paper

was my body.

Your attention I want on me.

Your brown eyes, your innocent look.

I am just a nobody

comfortable in my skin

but compared to you.

I'm not the shiny bling

you probably want on your arm.

Your brown eyes, your innocent look

makes me burn,

always waiting inside me,

waiting like a thirst.

I always shy away

from men I want.

I asked if you'd like to have coffee

I drink tea.

You looked at me like I was blue

And said sure when I am done

Your brown eyes, your innocent look

revives feelings of my first love,

wanting you

makes me want to burst.

Hopefull now because

I opened up to you

we can mix our feelings

like the air the fills

a room from floor

to ceiling.

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