Everytime I lay my eyes on you,
I feel my breath hitch and is it true?
Can you make me feel like the one,
It better be worth the ache you brought along with the gun.
I believed you should have stopped,
The moment the line was crossed,
The way I see you is enchanting,
Can we please just keep dancing?
Have I told you about the feeling in my chest,
Can you feel it too, are you that blessed?
I'm a mess when you smile like that,
Have you thought what affect it has?
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Drunk under a Streetlight | poetry
Poetrypoetry /ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.
