Oh, God.
He's perfect.
No, not really.
But to me, yes.
His smile and laugh.
Those brown eyes that make me remember why I fell for him again.
Those braces.
Even those are perfect.
My love.
Your hands.
Ah, baby, those hands.
The same hands that send shocks down my body.
YOU ARE READING
A walk through my thoughts
PoetryA collection of poems (somewhat) explaining the feelings of a girl . These poems range from days and months. She writes the poems when she was either deeply sad or happy. In the beginning she's upset, then happy, then back to upset.
