to the boy who inspired my poetry, thank you.
between the confusion and the somewhere deep likes
your aura sent me poem.
not that singular word but my own type of plural,
you brought me to poem.
between the hidden emotion
and
words unspoken because of lack of maturity or
ages too small to carry out big words,
between the deep hugs and hidden kisses, glances making out.
you handed me poem.
your Hands touched my body into poetry
you're golden brown eyes stared my soul naked
soul of naked poem.
as sounds of face lifting joy.
loosen your brim to smile back at me.
returning my gaze
Connection..
to the boy who breathes the air i do
the boy who is skin as I am
the boy who stole my heart, just to return it.
THANK YOU. I AM GRATEFUL for this gift.
although we aren't together anymore. i still appreciate you.