Days would pass
I wouldn't stop thinking of her.
Her scent had been following
me everywhere.
I used to think she was the
sheets I grab when I woke
up in the middle of the night,
screaming in pain.
She was the shadow that
trailed over me when I got
a night out,
escaping reality.
She will be the image of the
grand lock my mother hang
on our old vintage
dining room while I wait
for her arrival as she decided to
take overnight.
I will be reminded by
the most unexpected days like
rainstorms where phobia was born and I seek for her
warmth
and spring
where she was wearing a brim hat,
floral dress paired with something
called " wedge".
She will flash me her most gorgeous
smile and raise her eyebrows in
a flirtatious manner I grown to
get teased at.
She will call me in her
soft-spoken voice if I get to
make her tingle
and her eyes oogle when
her focus strayed away
from a topic.
I would place her
little figure
in my lap because her beside
wasn't enough
and it was easier to place my
head on top of her soft chest,
dreaming I was in cloud nine.
Ah..
So soft
and my hands couldn't help
but clamped her..
and
Slap!
" Stop it pervert!"
as the sayings go on,
I would had to chuckle
and give a peace sign.
This never gets old.
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Mr. Poetry
PoesíaFor the Guy who don't know poetry mean so much for a girl That he decided to make one for her himself Doesn't matter if it looks boring or uncool at least he tried to share his true feelings hidden between the line. Started Nov 12,2017- Ended april...
