i take his hand
and glide my finger
across his palm
and slowly
grasp his index finger
and squeeze it softly
he reaches over
and puts his hand
in my hair
twirling a strand playfully
my heart longs
for this boy
my hand strays
from his
i stand in front of him
my mind delves deep
into his eyes
i can hear my heart beat
pacing violently in my chest
like a hyper toddler boy
on his toy drum
my right hand finds its way
behind his neck
so does my left
i pull in
and rest
my forehead on his
i can feel
his breath
grazing my face
soft, warm clouds
dispersing
off my face
i think to myself
"all i want,
is to fall into
the sun
with you"
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flecks of charisma
Poetry(old bad poetry don't read pls ahhh) flecks of charisma is a quintessential guide to not knowing how you're feeling, not knowing how to deal with it, but knowing how to adjust your life around it. some days are tough and some days can elongate into...
