Cuyler
It's not that, Cuyler, it's that
Being here with you is torture, but I push on
Even when you make fun of me
Causing my face to turn bright red
And I wish I could say something, but I can't
Under your gaze, everything I do is wrong
So I stay silent, and watch your blue eyes
Except when my gaze trails down your face to your lips
I want to start a conversation
Leaving me alone with my thoughts is worse
Or perhaps that's just because you wouldn't be there
Various thoughts move through my mind
Eclipsing any peace I get only around you
Yelling through my thoughts
Only pausing to listen to your beautiful voice
Until your eyes entrance me once more
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Hello! The name I'm going by on the site is Trizdy Plat. I began writing poems in ninth grade, when I met my first friend at the high school. I had never really thought much about it, but I've always loved writing stories, even thought I'm not very good. I decided to try my hand at poetry instead, and here we are! I mainly write about love and relationships, even though I'm pretty much clueless in both areas. I find that poetry has a way of communicating what you want to say, even if what you're saying makes no sense. Right?
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