Oh, how I knew the first time I laid my eyes on you
That in my collections, you're the one I cannot touch
You're the red paint I did not dodge
Now I'm soaked in the crimson blood of your embrace
But behold, grudge is not in my list not even atleast
But still, darling, must you be this endearing?
The pearls lying on my couch now landed on my ears
The pink powder meant for my cake is patted on my cheeks
The strawberries I picked are crashing against my lips
And lately I've been insecure with how my body goes with my hips
Would you like me, would you love me, would you?
Would you?
As in this batting eyelashes, it's meant to catch some gaze of yours
But during the soiree
The music, the dance, evident pain in my eyes
As in the distance, I saw my stance in your feet
She's a stranger in your eyes, each other never greet
But she's the pearl in your sight
The one who can take away your might
One smile that sweeps you away
And suddenly, you are a reflection of me
But more in depth, connected and intact
You might be five feet apart
But her movement and your laugh
reaches each other and is closing the gap
The light I saw in you, reflected on her
I knew I'm someone in the dark
incapable of giving back
the light that shines in you,
Perfectly suits her too
And an attempt to reach you, is finding a sky in the land
Therefore, please hold his hand
You have now his spotlight
Then proceed to leave me and my lips that I bite
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One Hundred Fifty
RandomFifty, Fifty, Fifty A writing challenge for myself is to create fifty poems, fifty essays, and fifty one-shot stories, every single prekeng day to make it a hundred and fifty days of honing my skills and giving sparks to my interest. Here's the deal...