Slowly, I'm getting used
To your figure and your features
Whenever it's creeping
In the corners of my vision
Along with that melting smile of yours
That no less gives me comfort
I can't even look at you
at the fact that I'm bashful
Is it bad that I'm crushing?
Okay, I finally admit it
I think it's safe to say that I do like you
By how my heart's rapidly beating
and how my stomach's flipping
whenever you're around
Still, I don't complain
because it's a sign that maybe
Just maybe, I am falling
Though, I'd never tell
YOU ARE READING
fray.
PoesíaYou were the thread that stitched the broken pieces together; And you were also the needle that pulled it apart + poetry-ish compilation. + lower case intended! © mayolaisejar // All rights reserved. 2016
