poems.

cliché.

I love you wearing a pyjama,
not just because that means
your bed isn't far,
but also because there's not much as adorable
as your sleepy eyes and the feeling of your head
lying down on my shoulder

you don't have a clue
how I consume this feeling

I love the gestics
you use to explain what you're talking about,
cause your fingers always form hearts without noticing it

I love it
when you think like that,
the times your head is in action
and I can literally see your brain working,
as if we were in a Disney Movie

you know,
your raising eyebrow,
I think it's too cute

and it's a cliché,
but I really do love your smile
cause it's not just warming,
nor simply enlightening,
it's also the very first expression
I ever saw from you
as we first met

I remember this glowing in your eyes
with dreams on your nose tip
waiting to come true
and there was this sexy smile,
curvy lips
forming words I wasn't prepared to notice

it's a cliché,
but meeting you
was simply overwhelming

I love it
when they play a song you love
cause no matter what's going on
your body slips into the rhythm
and the kitchen turns into the world's greatest dance floor
I love it
cause somehow
you are music

it's too easy to continue,
bittersweet,
so I'll stop,
cause everything has to end
one day

everything
just like us