the way he smiles,
the way he calls me mine,
the way he tells me how beautiful i am,
the way he brushes his light brown hair,
the way he blushes, the colour reminds me a lot of the cherry blossoms on a fine spring day,
the way he hugs me,
the way he talks,
the way he laughs,
the way he makes me light up on the best and worst days,
the way he lays his head on my shoulder,
the way he tangles his fingers in my hair,
the way he looks at me,
the way he gazes into my eyes,
the way he cares for me,
the way he loves me.
it kills me.
i cant resist.
YOU ARE READING
finding myself
Poetrythese are just poems that i wrote. most of them a non-fiction, and some are fiction:) enjoy!!
