i think.
often and a lot.
about you
your hair
how it feels
to see you laugh
at something
i say
how it feels
to have you
in my arms
shielded from the world
how i dream
you'd be mine
someday
one day
and how i think
that color suits you
and do you think often too?
do you realize this
like i do?
because of late
all i do
is think about you.
YOU ARE READING
whoever loves the sun
Poetry"whoever loves the sun" is a short poetry collection written over time. most of the pieces here address issues that were inspired by true life events. e. e. cummings says, "the poems to come are for you and for me and not for most people." in the en...
