it was a friday
in mid july when i saw you.
you had that look
resting in your eyes
as they met mine.
as you stood there smiling at me
i had this feeling
deep down in myself
that you were going to be mine.
YOU ARE READING
ephemeral
Poetryi am so sure about you and i've never questioned that you're my one
mine
it was a friday
in mid july when i saw you.
you had that look
resting in your eyes
as they met mine.
as you stood there smiling at me
i had this feeling
deep down in myself
that you were going to be mine.