Just one thought of you
I get butterflies in my stomach
And I am sick
Just one look into your colorless eyes
Full of colors
Makes me weak
One slightlest touch of yours
Makes me tremble
So I am afraid
I'll fall and won't be able to get back up
So sick
If I ever stand up again
I want to feel you in my arms
And be safe
In your scarred hands
Because I am afraid of loosing you
And it makes me sick
Now I'm starting to panic
Cause I'm afraid to go closer
But when we are about to meet
I get so nervous
So sick
There is no place I'd rather be
Then wrapped in your scarred arms
Looking into your colorless eyes
Listening to your terrible jokes
Spreading the butterflies in my stomach
And I love it
YOU ARE READING
Daydreamer (lost hopes of a fool)
Poetrysome of my poetry (I'm still learning english, so I'm sorry for some mistakes. If you find some, please let me know. I take this as my practise)
