Very Bad Poetry

The way that your voice pulsates when you speak to me shows that your sincere.

I've never experienced desired affection so I shield myself and heart with fear.

The what ifs enter my mind and my thoughts begin to spin with the idea that maybe, just maybe this attention could evolve into a delicous indulgent sin.

How can you entrap my spirit and penetrate my walls with the way that you speak? Only to arouse my emotions to their very highest peak.

And what if your conversation isnt mine alone? And you spend your days with someone else while I sit at home alone.

But if I only knew your heart and if you really knew mine, there would be no one else to whom you would talk to or even want to spend time.

My love and loyalty would ignite your heart to implode, and from this fused connection your passion for me would explode.

So please dont play with my heart as if it were a toy, instead nurture it with honesty and bring from me sincere joy.

peter washington has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of peter's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of peter's latest works: