It's . . .
the scrape-your-knees,
messy,
yet simple misconstrued concept
of why is the sky blue sort of fancying.
It's silly, it's sweet as cherry pie and honey, this liking to him.
The type that lights up this warm hue in your eyes.
Which is by the way, the sort of effervescent feeling that curve your lips upwards so softly,
it slips past your lulling conscience and dazed & starry-eyed gaze.
Yes, its kissing stupidity; tickling with giggles.
Yes, your cheeks are hued crimson, to the tops of your ears.
But then, he simply says 'Huh, do I look like that too?'
and
winks
like
it's a little unspoken
'yes'
between
your lips.
Hiya lovely!
So, today I present to you a poem that frankly is one of my favourites that I have e-v-e-r written. Tomorrow I shall be starting school again, hopefully I will still be able to write nonsensical writings at least once a week. Eeek!
P.S Alright before I say 'Good morning sleepy-head, Good Afternoon sunshine or Good night, sweet dreams' to you, you and you! I just wanted a show of hands who has experienced that lovely feeling above? ^
Now, don't be shy. *wink*
P.P.S. I've got both hands in the air.
x x x