You keep me up at night
Dreaming of perfect fantasy
And even though it's not that nice
I like it when you talk to me
We may not sit together anymore
But I'm with you when you walk out the door
I'm not pretty
Not special
Not sweet
But your bright blue eyes
Are what my brown ones like to see
Je t'aime
Can you do the same for me?
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a Thousand Memories
PoetryWhere I go to write when there's nowhere else to run.
