My delusion of chances when we have just only shortly met.
One amongst thousands this year, and it isn't even June yet.
Maybe you know of my existence, but don't even know my name.
And after a night we all are exhausted, so you're not to blame.
But your sunny aura, the softness and strength in your voice
And the way you run your fingers through your curls, make me lose my ability of choice.
The things you sing while your eyes scan the crowd
And- Did you just look at me??!- my heart beats so loud
Astonishing how fast my mind works, knowing about only two years more.
Dreaming you remember, of songs about me,
but I actually just went to see the tour.
YOU ARE READING
paper poetry II
PoetryCalliope, Erato, Euterpe A little collection of rhymes and poems for you to read if you like. The collection is always growing. The refrenced books, music or films aren't mine, but inspirational. Second poetry book of my paper poetry.
