Roses are red,
So are you,
I love your soft and caressing voice,
The way you comfort me the way you speak,
I'm not funny the way you think I am,
But I still make you laugh somehow,
I don't see you all that often,
But when I do you always make me smile,
I don't want this year to end,
I'm scared for next year,
Because I know I may never see you again,
I'm not artsy nor good at math,
But to me your a perfect picture whom came true,
It doesn't matter how much you know about me,
Doesn't matter how much I know about you,
If you want to get to know me then I want to get to know you too,
It's the weekend get good sleep,
I'll see you in a few days less than a week.
YOU ARE READING
Focus Henry
PoetryIdk what the hell this is. I'm just gonna write what comes to mind. This is probably going to be a entry that has a lot of parts, I don't know how many exactly, I just know that it will go on for a while.
