I wish you’d look at me and sway.
Shiver from the very core of your spine.
Feeble heart, trembling with
the very thought
of loosing you.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I wish you’d look at me and sway.
Shiver from the very core of your spine.
Feeble heart, trembling with
the very thought
of loosing you.
I want to be looked at that way myself. I feel your feeling.
(are you losing or loosing this person- edit last line)