Your eye colour,
That I've been longing for,
Yet it won't be looking mines,
Which feels like it's drawing lines;
The way you carried my bag,
Hoping I could also be that bag,
Yet you always nag,
Still, I'll be waiting for your hug;
Your hair that I wanted to brush,
Yet you're just a crush,
Whom I can only admire,
In which my heart always desire;
Your kissable lips,
That I wanted to kiss,
Because of my heart that leaps,
Staying still is what I can do at least;
As you would always say,
We could never be this way,
Our friendship dangers,
If it will become lovers to strangers.
▪️▫️▪️▫️MoonWrights
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Her Poetry
PoetryA book full of poems. Its components filled in with different morals and lessons. It talks about LIFE and LOVE. Life is neither negative nor positive, just neutral. Same goes as with love; neither cold nor hot, just warm. ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ Words inside this...
