Since all of this started,
I've been wondering to myself,
if I'll ever get used to
seeing that mask covering your face.
It has been a difficulty for me to tell,
if you keep smiling every day
or if your expression slightly changes,
whenever someone says my name.
That mask is forbidding me,
from so many wonderful things.
Like seeing your cute pronounced dimples,
over those faintly rosy cheeks.
I can't even wait for the moment,
we can stand closer than two meters apart,
or the moment when I'm finally allowed to hug you,
without society thinking yuck.
Don't get me wrong,
I love admiring your eyes.
But it's not the same as hearing words coming from,
those soft pink lips I may later forget you had.
YOU ARE READING
Sonder || poetry
Poetry"Writing is an underestimated art, you are painting colorful images in people's minds by using words of black and white." Here are all the feelings, adventures, thoughts, dreams, and stories my heart has put into poems since it discovered it was mag...
