You lean on my shoulder, so close to me,
Bickering softly, as if carefree.
Your eyes always linger, it’s hard to ignore,
You do things with me you’ve not done before.
At recess, you stay, unbothered by stares,
Ignoring the whispers, the curious glares.
I notice it all, each move, every clue,
Perhaps I’m just noticing everything about you.
What does it mean, what does it all say?
Is it déjà vu or my mind at play?
I've seen this before, the signs, the confess,
But how can I know if you’d feel it any less?
Stop leaning on me, it’s striking a cure,
A spark that I feel but can’t keep secure.
Each touch ignites, a warmth in my chest,
A goodbye so gentle when you leave the desk.
I see it all—your care, your gleam,
Your lightest actions, but what do they mean?
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Tears Of Love
PoesíaThis poem explores the bittersweet experience of admiring someone who doesn't quite fit the image of the "perfect" partner you once envisioned. It delves into the tension between fantasy and reality, reflecting on the beauty of imperfections, the un...
