Tag Archive: his


He Laughed

I heard him laugh

A true laugh

A real one

Not his sarcastic laugh

It was genuine

It was lovely

It was intoxicating

I wish I could hear that once more

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Her and that blue dress

Made me look like such a mess

I’d fallen for her, who would’ve guessed?

I wouldn’t have noticed her at first but now I’m stressed

Because she walks by

As she smiles and says “hi”

But now I’m just another guy

She loves someone else now, not I

And if I had known at that time that I’d feel the same

I wouldn’t have played her on this game

Now I am put to shame

As she walks on by calling his name

His Laugh

I love the way he laughs
The sound of his laughter makes me smile

I love watching as those eyes sparkle
Whenever he tries to inspire people
When he smiles that candid smile
And when he looks at me

The sound of his voice
His presence
Brings joy to my day

He laughs that loud, natural laughter
And I can’t help but giggle
And I know,
I know this feeling I’m feeling is nothing ordinary

His Smile

He smiled
I melted
And for a second my heart stopped beating
Only to be resusciated by the same smile that melted me

Getting Comfortable

He tells a joke no friend of mine would dare tell me
Yet I take no offense because it really is nothing you see
I guess I may have learned along the way
Or it’s just him making me feel this way

It gets so easy to feel so at ease
I don’t want the moment to stop or cease
I long for his hugs and the warmth of his embrace
I like the comfort of him
An addiction unlikely to end soon

Him I’ve Fallen

He’s walking as if on air

He’s full of glamour and grace

and bursting with utmost confidence

He takes time to listen and he listens very well

His eyes are kind and you can’t help but fall into them

His smile is genuine,

his honest and kind

All this he is and all this he’s not

for if he were true or simply even real

he’d only break my heart

His Heart In A Box

I found his heart and kept it in a box

didn’t thought of sharing it

for I’d like to keep it as my own

 

I kept it hidden with lock and key

and stow it away for the winter

 

He kept silent, he kept still

to pieces his heart was, to pieces it was

Like a puzzle, I pieced it one by one

stood up all night to get it mended

It sobbed, it cried and wailed

it was hurting

 

Warmth, heat, security, affection,

care,  belief, hope, hug, smile….love

 

To his heart I gave,

to his heart I surrendered

until mine crumbled and was left

with nothing

 

I mended his heart and in return

in return he broke mine

crushed, crumpled, mangled

into bits, into pieces so small it’s microscopic

 

And so it was,

I kept his heart

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