You stopped me one day & asked me what was my name?
And I never had a boy, even, approached me like that before.
So I told you my name & took my hand out to shake so I could properly greet.
Then, I figure to keep on talking.
The next time I saw you, I folded a piece of paper & you asked me what is it?
I told you you had to open it & find out.
We briefly text now and we snap each other
Sometimes I don't even know how an attractive guy like you wanted to know my name.
Or even keep on talking
And I know you're still new, learning
But sometimes I can't help wondering
How I can even consider this lucky
That you wanted to know my name
Maybe you were shy
But you said it's because I walk too fast
And you couldn't keep up
So I wonder, what made you want to know my name?
It all starts with knowing my name....
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Poetry of 2015-2017
PoetryWhen I feel inspired, I like to write about •••• All of these poems are mine & original Enjoy ☺️
