It's in the good mornings and good nights.
The sleepy voice that certainly ignites.
It's in the smile he paints on your face,
and in the way he makes your heart race.
It's in the warmth you feel on your cheeks,
when he merely speaks.
And when he looks deeply into your eyes,
that just adds the extra spice.
It's in the sneaky flutters,
during the late night chatters.
When it's the time for curiosity,
and the linguistic generosity.
But you see,
what you ask for is attention.
Did I forget to mention?
All you need is for someone to relieve
the tension.
It's quite unmissable,
that he like the others
is effortlessly disposable.
It's time to admit that
you only look for the roaring flame.
But darling, you're not really to blame.
But you know where this road could lead,
a place where you'll unstoppably bleed.
That's what you get when you drive at a high speed.
When you start wanting him to ask about how you're feeling,
and if you're really dealing.
Now isn't that just appealing?
And when he starts asking about your day,
and you wonder "isn't that someone I'd want to stay?"
But you tend to forget,
that this, you'll definitely regret.
Because you tend to look
for the roaring flame.
You don't want someone to claim.
Someone who bores you,
and drives you insane.
Because to you,
this is all just a game.
But then again darling,
you're not really to blame.
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Behind Her Eyes: A Collection of Poetry.
PuisiHere are my words, thoughts, and most importantly, all the feelings I burry. I've finally gathered the courage to share them, and to share a part of me. Here are the thoughts that visit me through the night put into words; of all there is to fee...
