If I said I liked your eyes,
Would you smile?
If I said I liked your voice,
Would you smile?
If I told you your hair was fluffy,
Would you laugh?
Would you smile if I said a bad joke,
Or just stare at me?
I'd love to hear you laugh, by the way.
To hear you talk for hours.
You have the kind of voice perfect for reading.
It's very pretty.
Would this poem make you smile
If I shared it with you? Or maybe
You'd look away, embarrassed a loser found you cool?
In case you can't tell, I like you.
i always think of you
late at night.
the stars are out
and i'm reminded of the
galaxy that once lived in your eyes.
the moon is bright
and i'm reminded
of your big eyes that held so much love.
the silence is deafening
and i'm reminded that
this is all you left behind when you went.
lay to rest
He asked me politely, ‘ Do not write
All these sob-stuff, write about happiness’.
I turned further morose when he said kindly
‘Regret I cannot take anything away
From what you write’.
Rummaging through my trunk
I retrieved my faded, forgotten mask
Of good cheer.
Clasping it over my face
I felt good, looking in the mirror
Because I was grinning
From ear to ear.
But then, queerly, the reflection
Had empty sockets
Where my eyes should've been.
It's 12:04am and I'm trying my best to sleep
All I can think about are memories we haven't created yet
Memories waiting to be planted and blossom
I'm thinking about you
If your hair is long...blonde maybe
Maybe you have green eyes that sparkle like a gem
I wonder what my name sounds like coming from your lips
And if you'll finally be the one for me.
Her eyes danced with my own chocolate brown eyes,
Our mouths fit together like long lost puzzle pieces that can't bare to part.
I love her, all of her. Every last inch of her.
When we aren't together I crave the long lasting taste she leaves me.
We fight, just like any ordinary couple do. But we always end up pieced together again.
Like a glued back together vase.
Good morning amorcito. I know it's early but I just couldn't help but sit down and write. I woke up and the first thing I thought about were your eyes. I thought of how brown they are and how that's really common, but on you my love, they're more lovely than the brightest pair of blue or the warmest pair of amber. I thought of how your left eye twitches when you laugh really hard, the kind that makes you gasp for breath. I thought of how eyes are said to be windows to the soul and how obvious my love for you must be the second you look into them. Maybe you don't need to. Maybe my love is so great that you can see it pouring out of every inch of me. It feels like that sometimes. Just at the mention of your name, my bones sing and my heart races faster than any marathon runner. My stomach does impossible flips and, despite the nausea, I can't help but be excited. It sounds dramatic. I know. But it's true and if that makes me weird then I'm the biggest clown you ever met! Finally, I thought of the most wonderful thing. I thought of the day I'll look into your extraordinary, perfectly average brown eyes and see the love I feel for you returned. My amorcito, if you understand anything in this letter I want you to understand that it's this final thought that gives me the courage to live through another day. You are my inspiration, my motivation, for all things great and small.
eyes glued to the ground
throats cleared
and smiles stretched thin
they count the patterned tiles one-by-one
two-by-two
as if the answer will fix my problems
Maybe I'm afraid so I would not see,
The dusk-colored sight you gazed for me to see.
Maybe I'm afraid so I would not see,
Your half-twitched smile though it's plain to see.
Ah, pretensions! when will you learn to be gentle?
The eyes never had the same sparkle....Maybe I'm afraid so I would not feel,
The icy-cold touch you reach for me to feel.
Maybe I'm afraid so I would not feel,
The freezing wintry kiss you gave but I feel.
Sentimental songs need not care whose heart it gonna break.
So I'll carry the hurt for as long as it takes!
I'm falling
Still falling for you
Still falling for you after all this time
Falling
I'm falling
I'm lost
Lost in your favourite song
Falling
I'm falling
I'm falling when I see you
When I see how you don't see me anymore
Falling
I'm falling
I get lost in your eyes
Eyes seeming so familiar, when they are not
Falling
Cupid !
Roaming with his arrows, haunting me.
Just as your sparkling eyes do.
She played against Cupid.
The ace of spades never fail.
She won.
And so, Cupid has never haunted me again.
I wish to see the world through your eyes,
So I can know how beautiful it is.
Blushes,
Those which I saw on your cheeks.
Everything about you,
Your tangled hair strands,
Your messy eyebrows.
The bun-like hair.
In any dictionary,
Perfection should be defined as you.