
I kept my hands dry!
So as to when you could hold them,
They aren’t wet anymore.
I kept my palm soft!
Only because you like touching them,
And they shouldn’t be rough.
I filled in my eyes with love!
Because you would look in to them,
And I wanted you to know.
I walked numerous times
In front of you, every time,
For I thought you should know I am looking for you.
I had flavored lips,
Because you would kiss,
And I wanted you to think it was tasty.
I sprayed this perfume,
Something you always recognized,
For I thought I should smell familiar.
I am hopelessly falling in love,
And giving this in return for you should know,
This was because you let me be me!
About the Creator
Chandni Venkatesh
"La poésie est une histoire en soi
N'a pas à rimer
parce que c'est beau de toute façon"



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