He's addicted to a show called Invincible,
Binge-watching it with that fire in his eyes,
And even though I don't get the hype,
I love seeing him smile when he talks about the surprise.
He's lactose intolerant,
Yet he'll steal a sip with a wink,
Knowing he'll regret it later,
But living for the moment, quick as a blink.
He loves blackened creole chicken from Cactus Club,
A dish that brings him joy,
And I can't help but laugh when he gets all serious,
Talking about food like it's his favorite toy.
He's a gold kind of guy,
The shine of it speaks to his soul,
A little glimmer, a little flash—
He doesn't need much more to feel whole.
He chews on pop tabs,
And paper straws, too,
Anything he can gnaw on,
A habit, or maybe just something to do.
He loves cashews,
And Doritos' ranch flavor too,
Little things I know about him—
That make me smile and feel anew.
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Where Words Fall Short
PoezjaA collection of poems that captures the depth of love where language falters. 'When Words Fall Short' is a tribute to the glances, quiet sighs, and unspoken bonds that speak louder than words-dedicated to the one who makes every moment timeless.
