She look at the boy;
The boy who is
Sleeping;
She look at him
Like it her first time
Seeing the sunrise;
She admire the features
Of his face like
He is Adonis.
She shakily touch
The tip of his head
And hug him like
Its her last day.
But little did we know,
It really is.
YOU ARE READING
Abundance of poems;
PoetryPerhaps writing poems is just my only escape that I could think of;
