emc poetry

It’s like I became mesmerized

by hypnotic, charismatic

green eyes

that won’t escape my head

or my bed.

you’re still so illusive,

so hauntingly vague

and enchantingly mysterious

I find myself wondering

if I ever cross your mind.

Waiting for the right time,

you’re the right guy.

Nothing is ever simple;

you’re simply not mine

and that’s simply not fine.

-emc