Rustling sound of touching leaves
Our both feet facing each other
Letting the wind be making the noise
I glance to your face, see you stare at the ground
Can't be more bias but the clouds beneath us
Are cuddling together and sun's doesn't feel hotter
Though your cheeks are the ones it seems to be like it
I waited for you to finally utter the words I come to expect
My hands start to tighten its grip down to my shirt
As trembling lips of yours begun to open apart
You latter meet my gaze and stand firmly
"I like you more than what you knew, Karen."
Karen, that's not my name.... may I remind you, Warren
The smile on my face, obviously fade away
Like the sweetness of chewing gum in your mouth
I look around, that's when I came to be already aware
Those words aren't meant for me
You're heart is for the other thee
Pathetic me... It's more better if I just let sipped the tea
YOU ARE READING
words i still don't tell... ✓
Poetrycollection of unpspoken poems, written because I can't sleep ___ __ _ WORDS I CHOOSE NOT TO TELL: Part Two --- -- - BOOK COVER AND OTHER PICS USED INSIDE, ARE NOT MINE AND ARE EDITED. FULL CREDITS TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNER.
