Games

Little piece on frustrations. I don't know if it's easily understandable or not, or whether I contradict myself, but it's there.


I'm tired of the coy smiles
meant only for me,
and the way your gaze lingers
after my eyes have met your wandering own.
The way you hold back,
but keep things going all the while,
hinting and teasing and flirting,
when all I really want is a friend.
If you have something to say,
say it;
I'm tired of playing the games
that I've never wanted to play.

A nice little poem. I unfortunately am having to deal with just such a guy at the moment, so I feel your pain. One small nitpick:

"after my eyes have met your wandering own."

Methinks that was a bit awkwardly worded. But other than that, good!

Hello, Rain here, it makes sence. Ok, so, the main thing I think should be done to this poem to make it better it to add metaphors or similies, to make it more origanal. You can have fun with this subject to, you can take out your frustrasion by finding the best way to describe what is happening in a why that we haven't read already...

~Rain~