all i can ever think about
is your dumb sense of humor
and it makes me happy daily
but how do i say that i'm smitten by you
your laughter
your smile
your voice
your face
your body
your personality
your stories
out late talks
you. it's just. you at 3 am it's you. at 6 pm it's you. my 11:11 wish is you. the wish with the shooting star? it's you. but my wish is as dead as that shooting star.
YOU ARE READING
sweet dreams and chamomile tea
Poetrypoems that hit me at random times. every single one has a meaning. every single one makes up a page in my book.
