It's the way you look into my eyes
or maybe the way I look back.
It's the way you smile at me
or maybe the way I smile back.
It's the way I wish you'd kiss me
but I would push you away.
It's the way I wish you'd hold me forever
but I know it wouldn't last.
I think I like you,
maybe not;
there's no sure way to tell.
YOU ARE READING
Ballerina
PoesíaThis is a compilation of poetry that I wrote through my senior year of high school for my favorite English class. I wrote these poems at a time in my life where everything was changing- for the better. I hope you enjoy them.
