I'm sorry if I'm staring,
Sitting here alone.
Staring means I'm caring,
Or I'm writing a poem.
Ideas flutter through my mind,
Everything stops, space and time.
You gave me an idea.
With that glimmer in your eyes.
I try to act so normal,
But really, underneath,
I am a poet in disguise.
The love intrigues me, and it clicks.
The poem in my head begins to mix.
I feel so odd, but we all "Awwed" at the words you said.
So I'm sorry I stare, but I can't bare,
To not make this a poem.
I give out a silent prayer,
For no one to ever know.
I wanted to try a rhyming poem again, it's been a while. The meter is there, if you read it the right way. Does anyone have any tips on how to make it better? Thanks for reading!