You play with my fingers when you hold my hand, Absentmindedly looking out the window,
So I know you're unaware when my breathe
Hitches each time you caress my knuckles.
You braid sections of my hair while we sit,
Surrounded by the glow of some movie
I have never heard of, but you claim is your
Favourite. I sigh in contentment.
The way I admire you is different, for I notice
The way the light falls on your cheeks,
Creating little crescents of shadows.
I look away each time your gaze finds mine.
I take pictures of you when the sun outlines
Your form, each curve highlighted by the
Glow of her kiss. You cannot see your own
Radiance, so I document it in every way.
We could spend hours together, doing
Everything or nothing, and I would still want
To be with you longer, for your love
Is as beautiful as your soul.
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I swear, I'm so quite with the way I love because girls make my brain short-circuits. A girl just looked at me? How do I breath? A girl complimented me? What is functioning
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PoetryHer. She is the first girl that stole your breath and broke your heart. She is the girl at the bookstore humming to herself in the aisles. She is the girl who inked poetry into the margines of her notebooks. She is each girl you fall for, each gi...
