Wednesday, July 28, 2010

DAYDREAM.

Every morning I look at you and smile
I never thought I’d still feel this way
When I think about you
I smile like a little girl
Draw maps on the ground
Like a school girl
This is crazy
I am over 20 years
I should have a grip on my emotions
But,
When I see you
I freeze, giggle, blush and get tongue tied
I wish I could disappear
I pray that the ground swallows me
In your presence
I am paralyzed
No one has managed to get me twisted
You drive me crazy
You are my fairytale
The best dream I ever had.

©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection.

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