The way a chuckle
escape your lips
and by the way
it curves into that feeble grin
It's all too much for me baby
that it makes me want more
I want to see that laugh everyday
and hoping the reason is me
So wish I may
that you might look my way
And be used to me
the same that I'm used to you
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
