if I could sit down
and work it out
but then it would not be feelings at all
feelings consume you
bombard your brain
leave you chasing the sun
and shivering in the rain
if I could explain why I feel
i know the magic would be lost
and it would not be real
i know there is nothing I can do
i am swept away by every wave every time
every time I think of you
James Garratt – Wednesday 11th June 2008
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 