Looking at your eyes takes away the surprise
of you telling me you love me, since it is written in a color bright.
In those brown drops filled with blue marine
is an open door through which I see your soul
flying in the greens, with the blue sky like your eyes,
trees with strong brown roots, like the smile that shows your mood.
You fly like you've been born
with wings that soar up high,
cause I'm not making this up
as you're a fallen with no crash.
You're a pirate with no patch,
but you steal gold
including my old secured heart.
Now I'm out of my trance
and I feel like a fool
since I was caught staring
at that pool of blue.
You look at mine too
and my tummy does backflips
like a girl in gymnastics
as you lean in closer
and ask me if I love you
like you love me or further
to which my answer surprises
even the dumbest or fastest
and tell you no less
than yes.
YOU ARE READING
Open Fortress
PoesíaThis is a group of poems I make to express my feelings. I was a hard-hearted, stone, icy girl who hid her heart behind thick walls once, but all that changed when I opened the fortress in my chest, and allowed few to see what I trully feel. You are...
