I close my eyes
And all I can imagine is
Your messed-up hair
Your beautiful eyelashes
Your dazzling smile
Your manly perfume
Your broad shoulders
You,
wearing that navy shirt unbuttoned
with that grey t-shirt underneath
and sleeves rolled-up 'till it reach your elbows
paired with your only black jeans
and your beat-up converse
I open my eyes
and I think,
I think I'm in love.
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Her Side Of The Story
PoetryStories from my point of view, basically what's on my mind. Sometimes it's about my own life and experiences, other times it's just what randomly pops up in my mind. Each and every poem is written by me, unless stated otherwise. Read, vote, and comm...
