he makes me smile
turns the corners of my mouth
with sarcasm, childishness,
shyness
and a flirting glance
and my lips part
at his eyes
that sometimes
stray upon mine
for longer than
just one second
and oh my
it must be
a problem
some genre
of delirium
because his voice
echoes in my ears
long after
he has disappeared
it must be psychotic
this love
is there no tonic
to cure me?
well...
even if there was
i would not
sip it
let me
stay mad
with this
roller coaster of a feeling
- t.f.
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catharsis
Poetry▸ " flowers were not meant for people " - feelings, poetry, short stories, positivity ◂
