You, cutie
You.
Yes, you—my cutie
Shortie.
You have no clue how adorable you looked that night.
Seriously.
In your glossy white gypsy dress,
Twirling effortlessly; perfectly under my arms.
Your silky-smooth blonde lockets all over me
Spotlights on the dance floor; only at us.
And that split moment when you paused,
everything;
everything else in my universe paused.
Drowned in your pure, saxe-blue ripples
My heart thundered in its little cocoon.
Palms cradling your back—
don’t lie you didn’t feel my shivers.
Were you expecting me to say something?
Were you?
Or—
did you hear my inner words
Slamming hard against my stiff lips?
Now I think about it,
I should have.
Should have told how adorable you were.
Should have declared you—my cutie—were mine.
But I’m glad I made that mistake.
At least in this constant wave of guilt,
I remember you even clearer.
The clearest.
Now, there’ll be no reason to ever forget about—
You.
Yes, you—cutie.
Shortie.
✽
Oh so sad <3 <3 You are very talented with your poems <3
that's pretty good 😊