God took His time creating you,
from your orbs that can drown me whenever I stare,
to your voice and laughter that became music to my ear,
from your lips that looks like a rose cause their colors do match,
to your hands that make me froze whenever we touch.
You're like a ball of fire,
warm but hard to admire,
a fur coat that hugs me through the winter,
God knows how much I prayed that winter lasts forever,
but summer came and it vanished all the cold,
maybe our story should really remain untold,
cause you are someone that I could reach,
but not someone I can hold.
YOU ARE READING
This Isn't About You
PoetryA lot of people share the same struggle with you. Even if these poems are initially not for you, you feel like these poems are about you. These are inspired by random things; quotes, songs, gossips, and random thoughts.
