MrEnchanting1520 Poetry (1)

I thought words were important, until I meet you. I thought having a lot in common been something, but I was wrong and my thinking of not being cleared never mattered, because talking is what people do, but looking is what people see. You see they say a face can tell a thousand stories; maybe I should had shown my face before I open my mouth, then maybe it wouldn’t hurt so bad. I knew it was too good to be true. I mean we were getting alone so well; that it seemed unreal. I’m just sitting here thinking, why is it; that when we meet people that make us feel so wonderful, it’s like we’re at the wrong place at the wrong time. So now my heart is wondering why my face wasn’t a description of the way I feel about her and why is your complexion of appearance much more important, than words quoted by unspoken involvements between telling and pouring out affections based upon intensions of wanting my face to go with words, as I tell you the way I feel is real, but still words aren’t serious; it’s all about the way you look that determines if your face matters or not, but in my case it’s just a face.