Mmm ok my style of writing poems is to get what lies inside myself at the very moment...for this poem, this is all i could get...didnt complete it but i will keep it this way ;)
Yes I'm weak and I know I'm weak
I used to tell you this every week
When we waited till moon light then we sneak
Dreaming together about reaching the peak
U told me that my cutest part is my cheek
And from that time to look at you I peek
I realized that it's your happiness I seek
I used to tell you this every week
When we waited till moon light then we sneak
Dreaming together about reaching the peak
U told me that my cutest part is my cheek
And from that time to look at you I peek
I realized that it's your happiness I seek
