Is this the point where I ask you
To spare a glance at my poetry?
I would never
As I could not ask you
To point those beautiful tidal wave eyes
At something so inadequate
Because your poetry
Dances in front of me
Every time you are near
~Your body moving more fluidly
Than any words I could hope to possess~
And mine
Is only found
In the form of writing
On the walls
Of my mind
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Mine
ŞiirJust some poems and lines that I've thought of or will think up. -when I start writing, I can go on for hours because my mind is on overdrive and nothing else matters
