A hint of a smile
plays on his lips,
as if he's trying
to stop it
from showing.
Only,
he doesn't stop his eyes
from staring into mine.
My heart speeds up,
as if he can see it.
All the feelings
attached.
I want to say everything,
but nothing comes out.
My love is like
a flower
that doesn't know
how to bloom.
all thorns and no roses
YOU ARE READING
Titles are Overrated
PoetryThis is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)
