À ton rire qui me berce
et tes bras qui me serrent.
Tes doigts qui me touchent
et me coupent le souffle.
À ton regard en coin
analysant ma peur.
Ton air innocent,
certes un brin charmeur.
À tes songes et pensées
Dont je rêve le soir,
Sans cesse les hanter
Sans pouvoir t'en lasser.
À tes yeux d'un ton vert
Dans lesquels je me perd,
Et qui pour un instant
Semblent arrêter le temps.
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To your laugh that rocks me
and your arms hugging me.
Your fingers touching me
and taking my breath away.
To your concerned gaze
analyzing my fear.
Your innocent look,
but still a bit charming.
To your wonders and thoughts
Whose I dream at night,
Constantly haunt them
Without you being tired of it.
To your eyes of a green shade
In which I get lost,
And which for a moment
Seem to stop time.
YOU ARE READING
Pieces of my mind.
PoetryHere are some thoughts I wrote down, usually late at night. Mostly about him. Sometimes about life. Read if you want to, react if you want to. It's just here because I feel like I need them to be somewhere. Somewhere to be found. Somewhere to be rem...
