I loved the way his eyes were, dreamy but focused.
I loved the way his smile was, soft but wide.
I loved the way his imagination was, vague but wild.
I loved the way his words were, clear but confusing.
I loved the way his heart was, scarred but pure.
I even loved the way he loved, her but not me.
YOU ARE READING
Love. Break. Fix. Repeat.
PuisiShort Original Poems!! Written some from imaginary situations, some from real life circumstances. Poetry doesn't need descriptions!!! YOU NEED TO LOOK INSIDE & READ. Also if you're going to read be ready for the "roller coaster kinda rush"...
