Poems for Brett*

there are originally 4 poems at the different stages of my infatuation but i can't find the copy of the 4th poem. These 2 poems are from the treasure chest of my bestfriend who managed to keep a copy but she won't give me the 2nd poem because it cornier than these 2 (if it's possible :)

Poem 1

The first time I saw you
I had little inkling how well
You’ll disturb my peace,
The tingle of attraction
I just dismissed.

Now every time you stroll by
I crane my neck
Quite unconsciously,
I know not why,
My eyes follow your every move.

My hands long to reach out to brush
Your hair as it caresses your face.
But I continue to walk in a daze
As you pass me by unseeing.

You do not see me at all
When, just to see a glimpse of you
I almost stumbled into a wall
Yet, you continue on, unaware of the havoc you caused.

Poem 3

How does one get over a crush?
It’s not done with a stroke of a brush.
However hard you try to scrub
There still remains a blob
Of that feeling you try
So hard to shoo goodbye.

So many methods have gone awry
So many dreams had to die
Before I was able to suppress
This feeling I cannot express.
And I thought I had succeeded at last
Only to find that it has turned to lust.

*(the epitome of my college infatuation)

Something about the Night

What’s something about the night
That draws secrets from the soul?
What’s something about the night
That’s makes you and me vulnerable?

The utter stillness, the hush snores
The soft whispers of dreams and
The fleeting smile of the sleep
Cocoon us in our wakefulness

What’s something about the night
That makes Sanity take a rest?
What’s something about the night
That makes Impossible sleep in Morpheus breast.