i wish i could write
about love and how
that boy with the coffee colored eyes
makes me nervous
and how his perfect smile
blinds me, like i've been told
love does.
i wish i could tell you how
my heart pounds and how
i melt, but
i can't, because even
though i love the idea of love,
i don't think it loves
me.
YOU ARE READING
Motel
Poetrywhat is a book other than a motel where I check my thoughts in and you check them out? a collection of poems I wrote but never published.
