You’ve been
the flavor of the month.
Even my chums smell like you.
Okay I don’t mind sitting
Next to you
With butterflies in my stomach,
A zoo in my chest
A zoo in my chest
And my heart in my mouth
Wearing a rock on my finger
and plastic smile.
Simply because
I want you
To be the flavor
Of my life.
it is very beautiful poem ! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading :)
DeleteI believe one can read people through their poetry. Somehow you seem to be the biggest exception to that. Or maybe I just can't read. Damn it.
ReplyDeleteNice :)
ReplyDeleteNice :)
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