Beneath the laughter, he spins his playful tales,
A goofy flirt, his humor never fails.
Moonlight chuckles, in the night's embrace,
A whimsical dance, a comic's grace.
He sings a melody in the evening air,
Giggles echo, beyond compare.
In the carnival of jokes, their connection starts,
He's the jester, she the queen of hearts.
In the shadows, her thoughts discreet,
Planning a death in the quiet seat.
They stumble over words, too shy to confess,
A secret held between both, while they dance to nervousness.
In the stillness, their connection complete,
Hearts entwined in a rhythmic beat.
His touch, a verse in passion's suite,
A symphony composed, oh, so sweet.
Dawn tiptoes in, their warmth to greet.
It's worth the frosty nip at toes and streets,
A secret feeling that makes every shiver fleet.
I miss him.
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
