bold-him ; not bold-her.
(just a little conversation contest before you start reading the poem.)
The tender touch of his lips on my forehead
the ticklish feeling of his hands on my waist
the irregular beating of his heart when you come near
the tingling feeling inside of me when our hands brush
"So, this is how a date is?" he mocks,"
"you spoiled a moment! I was going all poetic!"
(when I say, I'm a hopeless romantic, I live for these cute interactions)
The shyness in stolen glances at a crowded place
the coy on his face when he pulls me closer
the dimple so evident on mine,
I rise on my tip toes
his hands helping me steady
our eyes meet,
the feeling mutual, the connection as real as it gets
a few centimeters distance between us
emotional walls all shed down
he raises his eyebrows, his eyes almost teasing me
I shy away, blush and look down
"How do you always do this?" I complain like a five year old
"How do you always blush, huh?" he counters cutely
He then wraps his arms around me
pulling me into the warmest embrace,
while I pull away,
I place a gentle kiss on his cheeks
he smiles,
(oh damn, that smile!)
"Look who's blushing now?" I tease on purpose
"Who spoiled the moment now?"
This is how I keep scripting moments
Is this how it'll happen one day?
so, a new writing style, I don't really know how it turned out.
please comment and let me know *really nervous*.
Also, the picture is as dreamy as I get.
Cute much? please say, hehe.
Thanks for reading.
love,
A
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Love. Break. Fix. Repeat.
PoetryShort Original Poems!! Written some from imaginary situations, some from real life circumstances. Poetry doesn't need descriptions!!! YOU NEED TO LOOK INSIDE & READ. Also if you're going to read be ready for the "roller coaster kinda rush"...
