Your Brown eyes,
Your Wide brows,
Whisper my name in a hoarse.
Cold coffee is your cup of tea.
Licks chocolate off my fingers greedily.
You're my bestfriend, and I surrender,
'Cause I love you like the never ending sea.
You don't like how slow,
the old peeps go.
You don't like the strain,
Of doing the dishes again.
You find it weird,
How the room gets quite,
When there's no one insight,
Where we're the only ones to create a riot.
She's the type that wants,
One of everything,
Could be anybody or anything.
Its the 'not giving back' habit that haunts.
Its been a year since I've heard from her,
And everything about her is legit.
She has the tongue to tease you,
Even if crying is all you can do.
I keep trying to send you flowers,
Hoping things will be better or okay.
Even though you don't want to talk,
But its hard for me to just walk away.
You hardly even notice,
What I do for you.
This poem ain't just some words,
Its what I feel for you.
