I can see you
Looking at me through your camera lens
I wonder
What exactly do I look like
In your eyes
I feel my smile waver
Even if I try to force it
My eyes are growing hot and I know
I might just cry
I'm looking at you
Through the lens of my
Own beloved camera
The one that I have dedicated
Only and purely
To you
I see your smile tilt
And crack
Your cheeks flushing red
Bright red
As the late afternoon sun
Shines in my eyes
I don't think I've ever loved you more
Than I do the You
Who's standing in front of me
Hands over your eyes
Trying desperately not to be seen by me
Accidentally (I swear)
I press the button
Your embarrassed outrage
Is entirely worth
Having just that little
Imperfect
Beautiful
Piece of you
YOU ARE READING
dogwood drought
Puisicollection of my "poetry" might not be the most accurate description but I dont really know what else to call this mess. enjoy
