Your shoes look like my father’s
Your smile feels like waking up
And when you are close to me
It feels like that’s enough.
Our hands weave like little baskets
Your skin is like the sky
Your presence alone is a drug
And I love being high.
When somebody says your name
My heart shakes a shudder
And when I think about you
I imagine we are lovers.
Your tears are little flowers
And there is ocean in your hair
And when I look out the window
The sun feels like your stare.
At night when I am dreaming
It feels like we are kissing
And when we aren’t together
I wonder what I’m missing.
This poem might be cliché
But I really ******* like you.
And I thought you also liked me
But I guess I thought too soon.