He adored her,
The moment her lips form into an upside curve,
He fancied her,
The way her laugh brings out melodies he has never heard before
He burned for her,
The second her gaze met his, it was done for
But you,
She yearns for you—
For your touch,
Your smirk,
The way your nose runs through her skin
and took all her scent,
How bewitching your eyes are,
You never told her a word,
and yet, of all those 'He'
You are all she longed for,
The only one she seeked
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Plague Prosaic
PoetrySimple things, doesn't have to be right, doesn't have to be wrong, it just have to be. A 'kind-of' a journal about everything ordinary inside a mind so chaotic. All Rights Reserved ©Lazidoura 2021
