Staring at you
Would be staring at an art.
Where lines are cleanly stroked
And colors are carefully put with heart.
Every detail of your lovely gaze
And every sparkle comes at pace.
With your movements in full rhythm,
My heart beats never the same.
Every sight, and;
Every look,
It keeps getting faster.
For staring at you,
Would be staring at a masterpiece.
YOU ARE READING
Overdosed
PoetryA collection of poems. From the heart. By the fingers. Through the mind.
