I would stare at you
Each and every day.
I mean, I'm sorry,
But how could I not?
I looked as you laughed,
In awe of your cuteness;
You are utterly adorable.
I stared as you smiled,
Marvelling at your beauty.
I looked as you spoke,
The twinkle in your eyes matching that of your voice.
I stared as you ran,
And then leaped,
And then slid,
All of your joy radiating to me,
Through your skin,
Infectious,
Contagious,
At least, to me.
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Organized Chaos - These are My Thoughts
PoetryNo, These are not poems. So flimsy a thing as can be called a few words on a page. These are thoughts. Paper thoughts, broken and scattered and gone like the wind. Iron anvil thoughts, never leaving though it is all I can ever ask of them. Invisible...
