I like figuring out the exact color of your eyes
Take note of how they gleam in varied lights
How they shimmer in gold, once the faint rays of the sun reach them
I only do it sometimes
The words you speak are musical
I point out that it is akin to a flute
Gentle, and fleeting as it repeats its solo in my mind
That solo plays sometimes
It seems as if you have a halo
Every time light filters through the strands of your hair
Once I asked the Heavens if perhaps, you are an angel fallen from grace
I don't pray much, I only do it sometimes
In my fantasies, you hold my hand
Whisper sweet nothings to my ear
Kiss me, and hold me
I only fantasize sometimes
Sometimes I like watching you smile, as your lover enters the room
The gentle blush that dusts your cheeks
I think, what if I was the reason behind the wonders you behold?
I only think of that sometimes
I have come to love the pain of everything one-sided
But sometimes, I wish we were real
And you'd know all the secrets I keep,
One of which is that sometimes, I tell myself that I love you
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Bottled
Puisi"I've kept all beautiful things inside this bottle, those of which are my feelings-each blissful and crushing one." A series of words to express the inexpressible.
