You in your too big hoodie,
Hair far from messy,
And that flower in the greenery,
With raindrops like jewellery,
Why both look the same to me?
I was afraid of heights,
Till fell into your abyss.
I don't think it should
But fear never felt so good.
What happening to me?
Seeing you during classes,
Stealing sneaky glances,
Smiling politely,
Blushing slightly,
Why are you doing this to me?
You say you love and like,
Every single word that I write,
You ask, "It's for whom?"
And if I said, "For you."
Will you still be friends with me?
YOU ARE READING
Golden Magnolia
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote about my Golden Magnolia. I own all of the poems and the cover.
