It felt like the piano moaned to his touch
His fingers flickering from one key to another
Dancing as if they had found the lock to where it's soul rested
Bickering like a pair that had long known the company of the other
He glimmered like a thousand suns,
While like a bugs last wish I stood among a few dozen
I had known him with frizzy hair, a stupid smile and evenly stupid words
And times like these I feel we distance the most
I know his face too much,
Lips painted with the colour of my wanting
The eyes of a deer, hair made for my fondling
I've grown to be at ease with these thought
Well I hope it's not just me of this sorts
He courses his digits towards the climax
Yet I'm the one with a suppressed panting in my chest
When his eyes pierced through many to favour me a glance
I stood stiller
I knew his face too much
I knew that look
That look from when we sat under that peach tree, when one afternoon we swam in that pond, when he scratched my itchy back once
I know this feeling
Those eyes, the ones with longing
And for far to long that I've buried'em
The ones that come out when I lay in bed not sleeping....
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Poems Of An Introvert //Poetry//
PoetryGone with the dawn Here my thoughts are layed upon Tales, hidden scares, also disguised happiness Crying out loud cries of souls quitely lying latent ..... Please show ur ❣and support....❤🤗 I'll be writing more cause , As quoted by Robert Frost, ...
