I still feel so happy,
And my face still turns red,
And my ears still heat up,
Only by seeing the sight of his back.
If you remember yesterday
I was just talking about how my life is going downhill,
But now it feels like
Nothing is better than this study horribly beautiful loopdrill.
The person I like talked to me,
Somehow it just lasted for like fifteen seconds,
But that a lot enough for me,
To be just looking into his eyes; to drool over him.
Maybe it is good to feel like a frill,
Wondering and wondering for hours in a day,
Just thinking about me and him; just to feel this way.
You said your story
Is to boring and plain to be told,
But in my book
Nothing is so simple and bold.
YOU ARE READING
HIM
PoetryA small poetry describing small things we cherish in our life.. Just an attempt.. Just give it a try..
