In Love
If I haven't called by Friday I still haven't fixed my lines,
I want to make sure you get the credit you deserve,
I want it to be perfect so pardon me for the nerves,
I want to watch the sun set beyond the seas,
Then turn to watch your hair blow across your face as it breezes,
You brush it off with a finger behind your ear and smile,
Wink at me and have me day dreaming about those lips,
I lean in and slightly brush your lips,
You smile again,
And weaken my knees,
you know what my weakness is,
Could I have this kiss please?
Can I play with your hair until you sleep?
how I love how your head on my chest feels,
As you clutch on me so hard I can barely breathe,
While I stroke you from your hair down to your hips,
It's not how you stole my heart, it's how you turn my pain and agony into peace.
He asked for your number and I overheard you say I am His,
Believe it when I say loyalty to you is my new disease, There's something I want you to see,
locked in my heart for safe keep
You and I is the only picture hanging in this gallery.
Copyright © James Mwangi | Year Posted 2018
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