i'm pretty sure you don't know
who i am.
but there are times
oh, those times
you look at me;
i look at you
you raise your eyebrows;
i raise mine
it never fails to make your face
oh, your face
spread into a grin;
i start to grin
your eyes sparkle;
my eyes widen
it never fails to make my heart
oh, my heart
speed up like the drumbeat
in all of the songs
that remind me of you.
you never fail
to make me want you
more.
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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...
