"peirceing" poems
I can feel your eyes peirceing mine.
Reading my face like a book,
leaned in so close,
I try to study yours as well.
But I can not read you!
With us sitting here alone,
your face so close to mine.
Fighting the urge to kiss you
overwhelms my mind.
You get painfully close...
Inches away from me.
Speaking softly of things
to make my heart melt.
My stomach is in knots
as you look away.
Leaveing me brethless
without a signal touch.
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC