i love watching your lashes flick as you open and close your eyes,
i love seeing your nose crinkle and the side of your lips curl up when you smile.
i love that portion of your hair that stubbornly falls on your forehead,
i love how you run your fingers through your windswept hair.
i love the way you walk,
i love hearing your deep voice whenever you talk.
i love it when you pull that one-hand driving
with the soft drink on your other hand that you're drinking.
i love your favorite white t-shirt that you're often wearing,
and that plain mint green t-shirt that you wear last November looks good on you and i'm not joking.
i love that black shoulder bag that you always use in school
and that color blue and orange backpack — in both of it, you look so cool.
i love everything about you.
seeing the littlest and the biggest things that makes you —
oh, boy, you're too good to be true.
but yeah, you're true.
— nnyl
YOU ARE READING
poems i wrote but don't have the courage to send
Poetryi believe that there's an invisible string that ties you to me, because what are the odds of seeing you in that place unexpectedly? i believe in psychological facts and theories, the ones which make me think that you also like me. the gaze, the body...
