Secret Admirer
I don’t have a secret crush, this poem is fictional
My secret is I love you more than
The next breath I take, more than
Anything I've ever found, more than
The next beat of my heart
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I stay quiet, afraid to say how I feel
But my eyes give me away
Every time I stare too long
Every time I can’t look away
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I've composed a thousand songs
And, penned a thousand poems
To tell you how my pulse races
How I can't catch my breath
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If I were braver, if I came clean
Would you smile and laugh about
How long it took me to finally
Say I love you, or
~
Would you crash my world down
When you let me down easy
Would I wish I had kept quiet
When you said you were busy
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Now, you're walking into the room
Wearing that same smile, that first
Made me fall, and I ask myself for
The hundredth time, is this my chance
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'20/20'
"Do It Again" the track that would ultimately open the Beach Boys final album on Capitol Records which was released on February 10th 1969 had originally been released as a single in August of 1968. The track was the first of many post-Pet Sounds era throwbacks to the early Beach Boys sound which would become continually more cliched and eventually lead the Beach Boys to the level of self-parody they would eventually succumb to in the 1980s while their closest contemporaries The Beatles nearing the end of their run in 1969 would go on to be viewed as the most influential band of all time. However, the song itself is not bad on its surface, and it opens with a futuristic sounding (for 1969) drumbeat captured by then-Beach Boys engineer Stephen Desper using tape delays on the drums performed by Dennis Wilson and John Guerin. The song has been re-recorded numerous times over the years on various Beach Boys-related projects most notably the 2011 re-recording at Capitol studios featuring the five surviving Beach Boys at the time backed instrumentally by various members of both the Brian Wilson Band and Mike Loves touring "Beach Boys" to promote the then upcoming Beach Boys 50th Anniversary reunion tour in 2012. The hammering and power drill sound at the end of the song was an excerpt from a track called "Workshop" that was to be a part of the uncompleted "SMiLE" album.
By Sean Callaghan6 days ago in Beat
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Well written… such a delicate situation… the risk is vividly portrayed.
Oh, tell me more... Lovely, Will. You really drew upon the uncertainty of a wallflower with this one
Best!
Oh gosh, this was amazing. Can totally feel the hopelessness of falling in love with someone and the fear of rejection. This was excellent.
Oh the longing in this, both beautiful yet edged with pain. What a moving piece. I wonder if we've all been here at some point. Wonderfully penned :)
Oh, my heart. You never cease to bring the heart-tingling emotion out in your writing. This is actually crazy timing for me, as after seven months of being with my current partner, I finally told him I loved him about a week ago!! And this poem just...man it's like you dug into my heart and ripped these words out. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Amazing work here. <3
I hope it goes well for him. Loved your poem!
What a great emotion to tap into. Circle yes or no
Now I remembered my teenage self and my secret crushes. Nothing but longing and dreaming of the person... you captured it so well. The poem worked like a time machine.
Oh, the thought of it is scary. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Great work!