There isn't much to say about you
Besides you are a master thief
You stole my heart with nothing but your voice
Seeing you in person was a moment I wish to relive
Our 5 second conversation still gives me butterflies
Your hair brown and beautiful
Your build was regular but captivating
Your voice capable of hipntotizing me
Your smile was warming and free
You were a man of little words
So I don't know much about you
But I know you love being loved
Just like me.
YOU ARE READING
The observations of an observer
PoesíaSitting and observing, seeing and hearing, noticing but not judging. These are my observations.
