Claire It's been awhile since I've had that, instant connection with someone. I don't necessarily mean love at first sight, but it was an undeniable attraction towards you. Who were you though? I remember your smile, your voice, and the genuine welcome of hello. There was something about how you held yourself, something that made you different. I know you now, but I want to know more. Every answer you give every word you say sounds like, a bittersweet melody, because the more I'm attracted, the harder I know it'll be once you move. Thing is, you don't need me, maybe that's why I'm so drawn. It's been awhile since someone's been this interested in me. I mean the kind of interested where you start the conversation out of nowhere about things others wouldn't care for. With you it's conversation, not just talk. It's understanding, not a mindless chatter box. Before too long, I can't fight the urge. I want to hug you. And I don't mean the kind of hugs friends give, I mean the tight, swaying shit. The kind that when you receive one, you don't want it to stop. There you are, I see you now, I'll wait until the time is right, the package is almost here for you, til then I'll try and keep it in. In comes the arrangement as I stand as if ignored. Waiting for what was expected as a verbal thanks, turned into something more. Instantaneous. Sway inducing. Warmth to my heart Running hug. If only today wasn't your last day, I think my heart just dropped. Just goes to show that love comes in many forms, not always is it couple romance. Because in this one stranger, I was reminded of love. I'll miss you Claire

Listen To Me I spoke to be heard, To be listened and given attention to. I listened to every word, To understand and be here for you. I sense a pinch of doubt, What is it about me that isn't real to you? I'm here for you to shout, Throw your arms, yell, whatever it is you must do. So please don't turn away, I know I'm not the one you want right next to you. Even if for love there is no way, This pain you have I want to help relieve it's true. So don't get up and walk away from me, I can listen and help you through this if you give me that chance you'll see. Because #life's not the same when you're down, Even if you were to move towns, I'd speak every word to be heard and one day you'll listen to me, One day you'll realize that I'm here and it'll be too late...you see.

World Poetry Day On a day like today, Where words run and play In the minds of people all over the world. I sit here and ponder, out of all of #life's wonders, Today's #poem goes out to a certain kind of girl. This is to you the not so pretty, The not so popular the not so cliquey. The girl who studies alone. The girl who wrote poetry, who found comfort in hanging at home you see, The girl not many of us had known. This goes out to the girls who never partied, The girls who found comfort in their hobbies, Not needing to hold a drink to be known. The girl who was told she wasn't all that pretty, Couldn't dress all that slutty, To attract a boy to bring home. To you this #poem is written, Those girls who hated on you are smitten, To the beautiful girl you've always been. Because now tables have turned, While they've partied you've learned, And your focus is still what it was then. You've got the brain and all the knowledge, You're not having trouble with college, And boys are barely a distraction. That is until they realize, The true beauty then lies, Deep within the heart complex contraption. These girls who party, Once so hot and so naughty, Drank their sexiness away. You who had focus, Worked on you and the boys know this, For now you steal the show everyday. Impressed by your mind, your culture and soul, These boys, wanting to be men with flock to your door, And you get to choose who to let in. So this is to you the focused and mature, The girl who has been herself since she entered that high school door, To know that true beauty is within. As a gentleman fed up with silly games, Pretty faces and fake names, I hope to once find one like you. To laugh and to share, And know you truly care, I would love that, I would love it wouldn't you? So know that you're lovely and perfectly you, There's millions of ways to express it it's true, Don't ever fret what others may think because any man would be lucky to wake up next to you.

S-#poem Falling Gently Yearning Greatly Wondering How Rough Or Right The Emotional Lust To Fight Mischief Racism I couldn't sleep so I pthought I'd try this.

Pretty Girl Pretty girl, oh pretty girl, Why are we so distant. You're here right now yet worlds apart, Your beauty remains consistent. I see you, do you see me, Of course not that'd be too simple. You want a challenge, you want attention, seems I'm in a pickle. Is it because I'm kind, nice and sweet? The kind of guy that would sweep you off your feet? Or is it because I'm just not the bad kind first, the one you could fix and help find his worth? I'm already fixed, so is that in appealing? The kind of guy fed up with all the lying and cheating. I don't play games and especially with you, But pretty girl you gotta give me a chance, you do.