Why can I not keep you off my mind?
Those eyes that make me tremble;
because maybe I know you are poetry
or maybe I just want you to be.
Maybe I know that you are calm
or maybe I sense your danger:
My knight–motorcycle king
come for me at last!
My mind in spinning,
tires in my mind,
the rotation of a heart
feels a lot like spinning donuts in the parking lot,
sitting –reading your book,
with my heart between the pages.
I bet you smell like old books and freshly mown grass.
I bet you taste like fearlessness and coffee.
I bet you are
the wind in my hair
and the boldness in my eye…
taking on the world,
your spirit surges through me.
And I can’t get you out of my mind
because you are building yourself a home within.
Who are you?
Why must I be so dizzy?
Why must my head spin?
Why must I be so intrigued by the little smirk on your face
and the hazel of your eyes.
Let me know your thought in the comments below and thanks for reading.
” Me and the pen,we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”