He smelled like rain
The last time
When I knocked over him
I don't think he remembers me
His strong bronzed arms
Didn't catch me
The last time
When I knocked over him
I don't think he remembers me
In the history class
His hazel eyes struck my brown ones
When he caught me staring at him
I hope he doesn't remember that
In the geography class
I grinned at him crazily
For no reason apparently
I hope he doesn't remember that
I'm shuddering to know
What he remembers
What he remembers not
I'm thundering to rain
In this cold November
To know
If he'll be my petrichor !?
(I wish to dedicate it to hansha1307 and thank her for always supporting my poetries.💓💓💓)
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Poetry❣(Highest rank #2)❣ You lifted me And kept me Amidst the shooting stars And then when I fell for you From this place so far You made me your wish And then you Made it come true (From the poem LIFTED) ▲ Reaching out to you is like plugging my phone t...
