its been couple months
since I've seen your face
but I've been thinking about you
more and more these past few days
I sometimes catch myself
dreaming about you
how you gently touch my face
before you slowly kiss my lips
I dream about your eyes
so beautiful and wise
about your lips
and a gently kiss
about all the moments
we could have
but you don't love me
so i just dream
and my stomach is full of butterflies
everytime I think about you
I cant help it, cant stop dreaming
I cant help it, cant stop wishing
that one day I can call you mine
but you want to have nothing
nothing to do with me
and it breaks my heart
and all the butterflies
that once made me feel so in love
in love with you
they die when I think of you
and the way you look at me
or the way you talk to me
you never did, and never will
see something more than a friend in me
but I don't hate you,
oh no
I only hate the idea
of losing you.
YOU ARE READING
for you
PoetryYou can find here some random poems my mind makes up at 1 am when i'm at my worst. I'm a no writer, they're not the best, but they're written from the heart and I think thats the most important thing in writing. Sorry for mistakes. you can write m...
