I cant write poetry to save my life. I need advice and opinions; please and thank you
After living in what seemed an endless abyss
continuously asking, what if?
In once what I thought would be
the happiest I could see in me.
Lost in purpose
blank about life
the future so evidently dim
Content seeming so permanent
never a step more
until that moment on the second floor
Denying the instant attraction
eye contact had never been so hard to refuse
it became hard to hide this captivating reaction
something inside desired to be near you.
confusion to curiosity, want to need
Content now an understatement to the simplicity of your presence
(to be continued)