he smells so perfect
he smells like darkness and mystery
he smells like spice and musk
he smells like the clouds
he smells like the grass after a storm
he just smells so perfect
his smell alone makes me feel like an addict
i've never been one to chase after beauty
yet his looks leave me mesmerized
his beautiful sharp edges
those dark midnight eyes that draw me in
his raven hair
his full round lips
his sharp cheekbones
his big muscular arms
if i start talking about his personality
i'm afraid i'll be talking for days
he's so cold with everyone
yet he makes me feel so warm
he's so mean to some
yet so nice to me
he's so rough around people
but so gentle with me
when he's gentle
all of him goes soft
his voice becomes a melody to my ears
his posture becomes more relaxed
his lets loose with me
he even jokes around with me
his friends keep asking me things that make me suspect
does he talk about me?
does he care for me?
does he actually like me?
they ask about my type
and when i answer they say his name
they encourage me to go after him
they tell me that he'll talk to me about it soon
that we'll make the perfect match
that we go together like the moon and the stars
like the earth and it's flowers
they say we're two pieces of a puzzle
that we complete one another
they say he's only gentle with me
he's only so different with me
but i cannot seem to understand
what's so different about me
what's so special that makes him act so
i never saw myself as beautiful
surely he sees the same
why would he want someone like me
when he's a manifested form of beauty
and i'm just me
i dream of him daily
and wonder if he dreams of me too
my mind is filled with thoughts of only him
his smile
his laugh
his veiny arms
i wonder if he thinks of me daily
i wonder what could become
if only i wasn't such coward
if i told him to his face
how much i crave him
how i crave his touch
how i crave to hear his voice
to have deep conversations with him
to talk about nothing and everything
if i do open my heart to him
i wonder how he'll receive it
with open arms perhaps?
or with cold stormy eyes?
maybe he'll laugh at me
or perhaps laugh with me
will he want me too?
i can't help it
he's a flower that's starting to bloom
and i'm a simple bumblebee that can't keep away
he's the moon shining high above
and i'm the ocean tide following him wherever he goes
he's the sun
and i'm the rain
yet i want more of him
i want to be able to taste him
i want to be consumed by him
i want to feel him and i become one
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ghost poetry
Poetryif you're into sad poems , poems about love , poems about life , or just poems in general then you might like this book. i don't expect this to blow up or anything, i honestly just write for fun , and i wanted to post some of the things i wrote , so...
