Poetic Language and Good Friends.

So, I have written poetry for some time and sort of forgot about it during the summer, but my good friend Katrina reminded me about it in a conversation and I decided to share some on here. Now, it isn't great, but it's my heart and just me getting feelings out so don't really care if you like it anyways ;)

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If you thought I didn't notice, I did.

Your bottle has landed on my shores.
The message inside now lies with the remainder of my memories of you.
I didn't picture it turning out like this.
Where did we go wrong? How long have you waited to unravel the seam?
You played me for a fool, but tomorrow hasn't come yet.
Forever I will love you in a way you cannot understand.
Not a love that romances one another, but one that the sun and moon share.
Hidden by sleep, shielded by the starlight.
Forever unknown, boldly written on my heart.
When you come around, I may be shining like sunlight or basking in the moon, my love is there. Hidden.
But if you wish to find me, the sunrise and sunset will paint the color and warmth of my heart.
And that is where I remain. With you, before the sun and after the moon.
Always a reminder of what I want to remember us as.
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How fair is a lady's cheek before a pinch shades it red?
Like wine sipped on a hot summer's day, her temperature rises at the thought of him.
She need not pinch her cheek for the shade to change.
His gaze can do so with little longing at all.
For if longing were to be shown upon his behalf, her ears would puff steam from the heat.
If only he would look.
If, at least, once to satisfy her longing.
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Happy morning make me free for the dreary night has tormented me enough.
Sing gleefully blue bird for your song will let me know when morning is.
And I will dance in patterns of sunlight leading the dawn out.
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 I feel tired. Tired of chasing and never catching up with you.

Is it so wrong to want something so bad that you're willing to give it up if it meant they'd be happier?
I think that I amybe misunderstand myself.
My mind has played so many tricks in the past.
Who can I trust?

I feel tired. Tired of waiting when nothing ever seems to happen.
You look at me.
I know you see me. SEE ME!
I'm starving for your attention, you must know.
my thoughts and dreams will only suffice for so long.
And I feel that time is running low.
I feel tired. Tired of only being able to love you from a distance.
Tired of not feeling your pulse.
Tired of not being able to wipe away your tears.
Tired of being separated.
And most of all, tired of not being able to share something beautiful with you
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