Blushing over simple words you've sent me,
Grinning and trying to hide the goofy smile on my face
It's always been the small signs of affection that get me
Like when I have my arm round your shoulder and you kiss my hand
Or when I snuck over and stayed the night
And you kissed my back because I was upset over something someone said
And the little texts you send me
Saying small meaningless things
That mean the world to me
Hiding my grin, biting my sweater trying to hide the smile, feeling my face heat up. I don't blush often but you definitely have a way with words.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry and Drabbles
PoetrySo when I'm depressed or having a block for my stories I write little poems or little tid bits of sentences that I find intriguing. A lot less cringy than my stories and probably better work so yeah, whack.
