Only if you could see how I see you
The way your hazelnut eyes shine under the sun
The way you look at me
The way some wrinkles form
Side to your eyes when you smile
And your cheeks fluster in nervousness
Your voice that leaves my ears begging for you to speak
The one button that remains unbottoned
Breeze escaping through your hair, along with your fingers
Only if you could see
That I see you
YOU ARE READING
GREY | POETRY COLLECTION |
Puisi" Humans have more shades Than on the colour palatte of an artist" Grey, is a mixture of darkness and light, happiness and sadness, black and white. It is a peaceful place where one hides, cries, smiles laughs without anyone knowing. Grey is us. W...
