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!
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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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