Saturday, April 30, 2011

It is unrequited sonnet

It is unrequited

'Whatever you do make sure you do this”
He says to me with his eyes averted
Whatever I do I'm sure it's remiss
And he is ashamed of the night we flirted

He stares at the screen while I at his nape
I know of course his heart has been taken
Without seeing her, I envy her shape
Feelings in him – for me they wont waken!

Inside I cry 'why won”t you notice me'
I long to climb on him and unbutton
Everything hiding from me his body
He walks away, my chest falls down, sunken

Too messy – not pretty enough for him
I half-close my eyes to make it all dim