As I watch you write
I wonder
Have you ever write about me in those veiny hands of yours?
Like how I write about you for years and years?
Of how you make me feel
Of how you make my heart actually feel
I remembered those days
When my lonely heart doesn't beat for someone
But when I saw you it lits up when you show me your gaze
Like how a person sees a food
Like how a mother finds its lost child
Oh how my lonely heart thinks
If you could ever love someone like me
YOU ARE READING
Him.
Poetry"You were like a book I'd pick in a library But the question is, Will you reveal every word in every pages that I read?" -Aegyo
