Enjoy this feeling
Of blood rushing to your cheeks
Of stuttering
And shy smiles
Of eyes wanting to look away
Cause they're under
Heavy attention
And lingering gazes
Of fluttering feelings
And the butterflies roaring in your stomach
Of getting so shy
And clutching your pillow close to you
And cuddling up against it
Enjoy these moments
When your face glows
And your eyes shine like no other
Before they turn into
Cold hearts
And sorrowful eyes
All those feelings washed away
Like stones by sea
Of thinking
And more thinking
And not feeling happy
But sad
So sad
Swearing you'll control your heart
And never do something like this again
Wishing it never happened
Or happened some way another.
(P.S:Amidst the fluttering feelings, the bad thoughts sunked in from time to time telling me again saying right to my face to stop it it's not gonna end well but I couldn't being myself to listen.)
YOU ARE READING
'THE BOY' || Poetry
PoetryFor me, he will always be 'The Boy.' A boy who likes the girl no boy has ever liked. A boy who finds beauty in her and adores her. Her, who has never been adored by another. A book dedicated to the boy who filled my life with sunshines and happiness...
