I look at his face
His flaws makes it perfect
His dimples, his hair
I can feel us connect
His eyes are closed
He's peacefully asleep
Untoutched by humanity
So innocent and sweet
I touch his face
So soft and light
Too perfect for this world
It feels so right
His dark brown hair
Ruffled from the sleep
I comb my hand through it
So brown and deep
His steady breath
It can never stop
He takes in the air
He guides it through his lungs
My heart giggles
I feel like the air
That runs through his body
As he lays there
I want to be him
I want us to fade
Together as one
Tied like a braid
Under his skin
Into his embrace
Into his soul
Into his face
They don't know where I start
They don't know where he ends
But they know for sure
We are more than friends
I open my eyes
I sigh in disappointment
He's not where he would be
If he existed at the moment
I throw off the blanket
I straighten my pose
Water rolls down my cheeks
As I put on my clothes
YOU ARE READING
My mind is a book
PoetryMy thoughts, meanings, opinions gathered in a book full of poems💕 You can say it's a diary:) ((The poetry improves throughout the book, so please, don't judge it by the first poems🖤)) Highest ranks: Meanings: #3
