You know that thing people crazy in love do?
Writing his name all over the book in class,
Looking at the same pictures over and over again.
Smiling when something they do reminds you of him,
I did smile at the mention of your name once.
I almost scribbled your name on the last page of my book.
I erased it after the first letter,
Don't ask me why;
I won't have an answer.
But you might want to know,
I still smile when I'm reminded of you,
It may be subtle, it may be rare, but I do.
And it helps me through my day.
So there's that...
YOU ARE READING
Echo of Thoughts
PoetryPoetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that hurt. It is a matter of life not just a matter of language... Breathe in experience, breathe out poetry....