I'm a fan
of that band.
A person that is
just another fan
in your eyes.
A fan that always
sacrifices just to
see you.
To see you in person,
to see you again,
to at last hold your hands again.
And you did.
You held my hand even if it feels like
just a split second.
You don't know what you made me feel,
you made me happy,
you made me feel alive.
I confess I cried,
call me crazy,
call me stupid,
but thank you for holding my hand.
(I attended my fave band's concert and I can't explain how it made me sooo happy.)
ESTÁS LEYENDO
poems that tell stories
Poetry"Those crystal eyes are making me melt Unspoken words I couldn't spelt Seeing your eyes that shine so bright Made me believe in love at first sight." a collection of poems made by me. Copyright © 2015 by LetsLeaveThiisPlace
