crimson glasses, blurry eyes
clogged in emotions
your face reminds me of time.
did you forget about that day
when you made your words rhyme,
with blushes and rugged laughter
our fingers intertwined?
or did you steal away glances
afraid to get caught
under the mistletoe,
waiting to be called?
your laughter is the pill
for my melancholy heart,
it sounds and fades
like the shooting stars.
you see me yet, you don't know my heart
and falling in love
feels like breaking my heart.
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Faint Lines | On Hold
Poetrythe crinkles by your eyes always remind me of the faint contrails that the jets leave behind, in the morning sky. copyright © 2018 by anna.
