The Poems Of Thoughts

Attraction

In the silence of my head,
I hear you footsteps.
Heavy breathing of your lips,
Cold and shivering hands on your side.

Taking nervously steps towards me,
Examine my face with my blank look.
Ignoring you so patiently,
It's like you love the show.

You ask my name not a problem,
Avoiding your glare that digs my soul.
Accept not to pretend,
That I was attracted to you.

We're different, I'm the positive the negative is you,
Both opposite, deserve to be attracted.
Here I comes watching your shadow,
In a mirror of imagination.
I saw the imaginary line of our attraction.