Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2014
everytime you are around
my speech tends to slow
my eyes open a little wider
my mind takes a train ride
through a forest of immeasurable
possibilities
on how I could get you to realize
that I am still in love with you
and how I could make you
love me
like you once did
authentic
Written by
authentic
689
   authentic
Please log in to view and add comments on poems