Heaven like footprints he left.
With each step he walks,
On the road to my heart.
They are still cicatrice.
With a sound of clink.
With beast bib and tucker.
He entered in the cabin.
A hat in his head,
A scarf placed on the waistline of his deep blue jean.
He really looked like a cowboy to me.
The celerity he got each time as he speaks,
To the man on the counter.
He must be lucky.
Something he ordered for table five where I sat.
And all of a sudden our eyes met.
As if I was caught red handed appreciating his beauty.
He kept his smile and when he whispered,
Will you light a shuck with me?
He really looked like a cowboy to me.
He kept his hat dwon on the table.
And waited for my answer.
But I just couldn't even whisper!
His eternal beauty was too much for me to handle.
His deep brown eyes and deeper than the sea was his voice.
It screwed me!
And till I came back to my senses he was already gone.
Leaving a note on the table...
Meet me at circle Twenty-three if you wish to capitulate!
And he really looked like a cowboy to me.
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simple secrets (ON-HOLD)
Poesíaa bunch of poems by me. (I don't own the picture in the cover so the credit goes to the rightful owner but I did edited the picture in the cover a bit here and there)
