Dating Mr. Invisible

Dating Mr. Invisible

He's that mysterious cutie
Who hides beneath the handkerchief
He has this charm that is so witty
That's enough to grab a perky group of highschool chicks

He's that guy who gave you signs
That he, a stoic one, finally feels
And this sent shivers down your spine
As you also do feel the same

You watch some movies in the mall
And you two haven't paid much attention at all
And then when you go out for a stroll
Your hands stay put and never touch

Yes, he visits your home
Eat and drink and just chill out
But in his far and humble dome,
you never had the chance to go.

Taking pictures, yes you do
Goof around and smile and pout
But all these pictures of your boo
stay so safe in your private space

Your family knows him, face and swagger
They kinda like him, he's that boy-next-door
But your time to meet his is a lagger
Since it hasn't happened since forever

Wanting him has been exciting
Kissing him has been crazy
Dating him is never evolving
And it seems he keeps you waiting

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7 dropped their thoughts:

Jessica Prescott | June 12, 2011 at 11:10 AM

a classic tale of wanting more and receiving nothing committal from the other side

Kim Nelson | June 12, 2011 at 11:14 AM

You made entertainment out of what is a heartbreaking situation. yearning, unfulfilled. Well done.

Andy | June 12, 2011 at 12:31 PM

It's sad when the one you yearn for doesn't quite feel the same. You offer your feelings freely, but get nothing in return. I like your image...goes perfectly.

Thanks for sharing.

Eileen T O'Neill ..... | June 12, 2011 at 4:27 PM

Sadly this does seem like a rather one-sided experience.
Well written to capture this experience.


Gemma Wiseman | June 12, 2011 at 8:22 PM

Somehow, when some idolisation is involved in a relationship, you can almost guarantee that it will be very one-sided! And usually it's the idoliser who hurts! Great poem!

Miss `Chievous | June 14, 2011 at 9:29 AM

Thank you for the comments! Reading them thrills me. Yes, it sounds like an unrequited love.

I would want to visit and ready your writing blogs, too. :)

Putri | August 26, 2011 at 9:20 PM

Great poetry. I like the illustration.

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