Mesmirised by the guitar that you finger,
The scent of you always seems to linger,
But love being such a complicated word,
A feeling described as feeling absurd,
Yet not a word to describe what we are,
As we sing to the radio in the back of the car.
Longer days shorter nights over thinking of you,
I only hope that you think of me too,
Your touch of being kissed,
A feeling of one i had missed,
But I don't quite want that yet,
I feel like jellie, not quite set.
Even my mind ran away,
Now I feel slightly astray,
Do i walk the straight line,
Or will i get bored this time?
Every ounce of love that you show,
My god, how ever will I know !?
~ 3.4.19
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Letters I'll never Send
Poetryhere are the poems of the things i could never say. the majority of these are indirect conversations of mine, based on true events. and yes, I've written all these independently :) enjoy
