Brown Eyes
The day I met you
The day I fell in love
Love at first sight.
How silly was I?
To know those brown eyes
The only thing on my mind.
The depth they carry,
Pulling me in deep,
Subsiding the world around us.
No one but you,
And me,
And that smile.
17th Street
17th Street,
Where I met you under the bridge,
Where you asked about my pug,
17th Street,
Where I melted at your smile.
And got lost in your softness.
17th Street
Where I went looking for nothing,
Nothing and I found you,
17th Street,
Where I knew I'd give everything,
To see that smile,
Day after day,
Month after month,
Year after year.
17th Street,
Where my soul stopped searching.
Because 17th street,
Was where I met you.
This was the night I knew I wanted nothing more.
How Do I?
I met you in the dark,
I met you and knew that I wanted the rest of my life with you.
Between every late night message and every FaceTime call,
I fell for you even harder than I did the moment I met you.
How could I know so soon?
How could there be a part of me that gave everything to you
The second you spoke to me?
How do I tell you that you're all I've been searching for?
That you fit in my entire puzzle piece of life?
How do I tell you that I normally don't trust my judgment,
Not the way I've trusted you since I've laid eyes on you.
How do I tell you that you caught me the first time I fell?
And that in your arms, I fell harder.
The electricity I felt when you grabbed me,
Pulled me in tightly and left me breathless.
You, are a thing of fantasies, a thing of fairy tales,
I am Noah, never going to give up.
How do I tell you that I love you,
And I have since we've met.
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17th Street
Poetry17th Street is a collection of my poetry from heartbreak to falling in love.
