i have an itsy bitsy problem
its not that big of a deal
i might have
accidentally
not for sure at least
fallen into like with you
which is different than love
but not that far away
its kinda hard not to
when your eyes shine with your laughter
your humor is childish and innocent
but all over corrupted
youre sweet and silly
calm and true
chiseled jaw bone
prominent cheek bones
soft, even skin
nose, sloping
eyebrows, arching
then falling to a point
brown eyelashes
fluttering
contrasting and framing
pretty clover eyes
green and cool and shining and everything you are
all fit into your sweet irises
help me
im drowning in you
in your essence
help me
i know i should stop this
but i just dont want to
YOU ARE READING
Sparrows Song
Poetryshort stories and poems for when the night is old and the day is dark
