His eyes gleam such a brilliant brown when He looks at me,
His touch always playful and flirtatious,
the words He puts on my skin quick and cute,
His laugh lifts butterflies in my stomach,
His jokes stupid but innocent,
His affection shown through everything except hugs,
the hint of an accent in His voice contains a country twang,
His intentions towards me are sweet with the aftertaste of bitter,
I continue to give Him my "Kindest Regards",
my heart no longer belongs to Him...if it ever did,
I still hold His eyes with mine at certain times...or is it Him that holds my eyes?,
He is somebody I don't want to lose,
even through all of the arguments that brew,
I can't make Him stay though,
will my world crumble if He leaves?,
a part of me says yes but another part of me kows that I have someone better in almost every way,
this person makes me feel like He has my heart in His hands,
because when He says He loves me...He knows I'll say I love Him more...,
when He says He needs me...He knows I need Him more...,
I adore Him,
He tells me I'm a beautiful girl that means the world to Him,
no matter how much we argue and no matter how little of time we spend together,
He still wants me to stay...,
be His...,
people can tell me that I'm naive and cliche but nothing and no one will make me change my decisions,
I will not let anyone but me define my happiness from now on...,
here I have painted a picture,
and this is where I make the final stroke...
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That Ray of Light...That Starts Dimming...It's Him. (1)
PoetryA strip of paper that now holds a piece of mind I recognized the other day that may or may not relate to another...may it be boy, girl, or both.