It’s hard to search for words
When it’s your turn to be written about
Not enough letters there
To interpret my emotions for you
That weird feeling in my stomach
When you’re around
Make me feel it for entire life ahead,
Will you?
.
If you ever could be something for me
Would you be the sunlight to my December heart?
The tickle, the warmth
You could see how secure I’d be
I’m not a morning person
But for you,
I might wait for you before your scheduled time
.
Why sunlight, you may ask
Well because you warm me up without burning
It may not sound right
But you bring joy to my soul
No need to open arms
You wrap me from everywhere
You hold me, you relay on me
Everything I ever asked for
.
Still freshly stored in my mind
February five
My untied laces and panicky guise
So much chaotic aura
Sudden sidelong glance, twice,
Both of us, concurrently
Still gives me butterflies
.
About the Creator
Riju Chaulagai
I am in my early 20s and I have been writing poems for a couple of years now.
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Comments (1)
Very nice form as usual. Tell me a little about the structure of your stanzas--they seem to have 7 to 8 lines, the lines 4 to 10 syllables. Flows very well.