Jan 2020
There’s something about him.
I don’t know what it is, but there’s something.
Maybe this something is his look. His appearance.
He’s like the boy next door. With shaggy hair and hazel eyes.
Maybe it’s his smile. His laugh.
Maybe this something is in the way he moves
or in the way he talks.
Maybe it’s how he keeps eye contact whilst talking to you.
Maybe it’s the way he moves his hand trough his hair.
Maybe this something is the fact that he can be a real gentleman.
But maybe it’s the fact that in heart, he’s still a kid.
I don’t know what it is, but there’s something.
Maybe this something is his look. His appearance.
He’s like the boy next door. With shaggy hair and hazel eyes.
Maybe it’s his smile. His laugh.
Maybe this something is in the way he moves
or in the way he talks.
Maybe it’s how he keeps eye contact whilst talking to you.
Maybe it’s the way he moves his hand trough his hair.
Maybe this something is the fact that he can be a real gentleman.
But maybe it’s the fact that in heart, he’s still a kid.
Edit: this series is an old one, and at first i didn't even want to publish it, because i do not longer feel this way. But still, i published it, so that the people who can relate don't feel alone. :))
also check out my other poems! :)
also check out my other poems! :)
