Why is it you?
You
Whose hair flops imperfectly when your fingers run through it
You
With your piercing eyes that dig daggers at the tissue of my infatuation
You
Mind blossoming with creativity and talent that floors me
You
Laugh rooted into my subconscious memory
You
Encouraging my addiction to your aura with every interaction
You
Of whom I dress myself in hopes of earning a compliment from
You
The first and last creature trapped in my thoughts when I wake and fall asleep
You
One of the main reasons why I look forward to waking up and facing the day
You
Are all I've ever wanted.
YOU ARE READING
Vent Book
PoetryA combination of random sayings, songs or poems that I'll randomly jot down sometimes.
