"enouh" poems
Just now, I realised that I will never..
Get enouh of you..
I simply can’t get tired ..
Of your charming smile, or laugh,
Or of your silly jokes, or messy hair,
Or of your temper or your moods
Or of the way you call me beautiful..
Losing you would be terribile
Probably the greatest tragedy of all..
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 6:37 AM UTC