Let me stargaze tonight
On the fresh cut grass
Beside the bearded barley.
If the ants bite me,
Let them.
If the mosquitoes try me,
So be it.
And maybe from the corner of my eye
I'll catch a shooting star.
And maybe
I'll be wishing for you.
YOU ARE READING
Poems About Him
Poetry|A collection of poems • ɯᴉɥ ʇnoqɐ| |Feelings hurt| --- Why, oh why Must you torment me With those eyes of yours? With those dimples of yours? With that smile of yours?
