The infatuating smile you got
On this spring day.
Capricious like you, London.
I can't stop myself from
Stumbling back to you.
The things unsaid, the poems unread
A thin lipped man like you, full beard suits you the best.
Ah, the beard,dotted with white snow flakes
my hearts skips for this fickle spring day.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC
The infatuating smile you got
On this spring day.
Capricious like you, London.
I can't stop myself from
Stumbling back to you.
The things unsaid, the poems unread
A thin lipped man like you, full beard suits you the best.
Ah, the beard,dotted with white snow flakes
my hearts skips for this fickle spring day.
