though my glasses are tinted rose-pink.
when your picture makes me smile,
and my heart warms at your voice,
when i could talk endlessly about you,
and i daydream about your face,
when i doodle our initials together,
and hearts replace the dots
on top of my "i"s,
you have stolen my heart,
and for fear that i won't get it back,
i try everything to stop seeing the hearts that surround you.
you've stumbled your way
into my crush vision.
and although i know
how it's ended before,
i keep trying.
i won't give up hope.
falling in love, oh, isn't that cheesy.
YOU ARE READING
love is like a roller coaster
Poetry𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙. the hopeless ramblings of a hopeless romantic. > (completed)
