Poem2024-07-25T09:32:52+00:00

His name is...

By: Pieta Robinson

Well, what can I say? It's happening again.
His name is... uh... can't say. And for now, he's just a friend.

Do I want more? Of course, but I have take it slow.
Don't want to rush all these feelings; I have to keep 'em on low.

Never knew I'd feel this way again.
Never believed I'd smile about my newfound friend,
but look, I'm smilin' now 'cause I'm thinkin' of him.

Of what is to come (or what will become),
don't really want to think about those past few months.

All the pain, upset, and most of all,
the regret for wasting so much time.
Now I know it's true that love is blind.

Now my eyes are FINALLY open wide,
Ready for that feeling that isn't easy to describe.

That feeling I desperately want to hide,
but not with him 'cause he's SO, SO fine.

I've GOT to make him mine.
I hope he's sincere with me and not just spittin' those fake lines,

Just to have claim to what is really mine.
I can't have him playin' and toyin' with my mind.

I'll put my guard down this time and see what happens next.
I can only hope and pray that he gives "us" a chance.

I dig him to the fullest; from what I hear he feels the same,
So let's just let what happens happen and hope he stays.