7:21 am
i keep thinking
about how much
i love talking to you,
how good you look
when you smile;
how much i love
your laugh.
i daydream about
you off and on,
replaying our
conversations;
laugh at funny things
you said or did.
i've memorized your
face and the way
you look at me.
i catch myself smiling
again at what
i imagined.
i wonder what will
happen the next time we
are together and even
though neither of
us know what
our future holds,
i know one thing for sure;
you're the best thing that's
ever happened to me.
YOU ARE READING
intoxicated // poetry || 01
Poesi[ book 01 - completed ] emotions are not meant to be bottled up, and i knew at the second your breath intoxicated my lungs, that emotions were meant to be wild, spread out, and if you can survive the journey, it'll be one hell of a story. ███████...
