"Hi"
"Hey"
"How was your day?"
"Oh, it was good"
That's great, that's awesome
I'm so glad you had a good day
Do your eyes always look like that
You have such lovely hair
I wonder what it feels like
Is it soft?
Stop, that
Your talking to a person not an object
You are not his and he is not yours
"Hey, could we run that again?"
"Sure, no problem!"
Of course we can, cause you have to hold my hand
And I feel my heart flutter
And my heart starts racing
And breath shortens
As you let go
I wish I could hold on
To walk side by side
To warm your hand in mine
To feel your presence there
I want to be the first one you talk too
I want a "Good morning, my love!"
A good morning text from you
I want to see your name when I wake up
But I know that it'll never happen
And I feel my heart start to break
It's not fault
And I don't blame you
Because you are liked by someone
That you will never choose
YOU ARE READING
My Little Book of Poetry
PoetryThese are some poems that I have written they aren't as good as my friends who has a book of poems called The Attic of My Mind, which you should totally check out, but I thought you guys, might like them, so...here you go.
