There's really something different
About the way you walk
About the way you squint your eyes
About you.
To tell you the truth
I've always been attracted to you
For such unknown reason
It seems to me that we're connected.
I've always wanted to talk to you
To introduce myself
That someone like me existed
But I never had the courage to do so.
You give me everlasting pleasure
Everytime you took that certain road
Near our house
Making your way to the place we call
Home.
Letting me see your small back
Your hands swaying as the wind
Brushed past your skin softly
Allow a stranger like me
To give you a big hug.
YOU ARE READING
Pastel Yellow
PoetryI'm not so sure How are you able to see Through those thick-rimmed Glasses of yours To think that someone like Is pretty enough To be yours. What have I done For the Great King to Give me the most precious Reward I could ever acquire. ...
