If joy was a form of sin.
I'd have been locked up in the deepeat parts of hell.

Imagining you walk past me
I felt like a background song...
I've dreamt dreams, that the god of dreams would not approve on.
Like a child with a runny nose, after eating a spicy meal.
It's how my heart melts each time i smell your presence.
And even though
You fade a little faster than you appear, it's enough.
I planned to write three poems today
But your name filled the wordings
Of all my A4's
Now I'm in a daze.
Is this love??
Or would it pass away??