your gaze is ice cold
but I feel warmth over my cheeks
when you look at me with those
starry, electric blue eyes
your hair is soft and swirly
you keep it messy-I don't mind
I like it that way, I like how you
don't care about your coffee brown locks
when here I am, dying to get a touch.
It feels whimsical
you walking by my side, not noticing me
like I'm a ghost, an invisible statue
when I'm just another simple human being
trying hard to hide the smile
that crosses over my lips
every time your wrist brushes past my elbow.
YOU ARE READING
𝚂 𝚃 𝙰 𝚁 𝙻 𝙰
Poetry𝑊𝑒'𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑠, 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. // no. 1 in #wattpadpoetry (24 June 2021) // no. 1 in #wattpadpoems (23 June 2021) // no. 1 in #wattpadpoet (24 June 2021) // no. 1 on #poemcontest (8th May 2021) // no. 1 on #sixwordstories (8th May 2021) // n...
