For some reason I really like to end my poems with a lot of finality like using the word 'end' because I hate it when things are left hanging. Here's another poem I wrote a couple of weeks back when I met Zach and I was afraid to post it in the fear that he'd think the wrong thing or something and think I'm weird or something bad. Don't we always fear others reactions?
This is us
However weird
This is right
Mutual feelings
Without a fight
Undecided
Somehow within
Magically perfect
Our secrets to spin
Tragically happy
Only one hope
Inside my head
Visions to cope
Pulling the strings
Making the weave
Taking my heart
Off from my sleeve
Now in his hand
Still beating
Forever fleeting
This moment
True love
That is just there
Momentarily blinking
Breaking the stare
Never regretting
As the sun’s setting
One last page
The big finale
Walking death valley
And then I transcend
Into the
End
I think if you say this out loud it has a sort of fast rhythm that you just fall into. It's really weird but I think part of it is the same syllables... there is a string of eight 4 syllable ryhmes in the middle which is pretty binding. So now since it's almost midnight I should go to sleep.