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Deep Affection

Welcome to sycatsy's blog! I kept a collection of poems that I have written in the past and have the intention to post them these few days. My poems vary in content and I will start off with poems relating to intense infatuation and love. All of them have a personal meaning to me and they illustrate the deep insights of love when it comes to me. 
White shirt
The faint lilac fragrance on your white shirt
Lingers a little longer than usual
Heart in mouth as I watched
Short strands of your hair follow the wind
You walk so casually
Just like how you capture my heart ever so slowly
Your warm skin brushed my icy cold skin
My palms sweat just hearing your footsteps
I crave for you

Sneakers
Your new pair of shoes
Wary of not getting them dirty
As time goes by
You got less aware of your shoes presence
Tired of checking how clean your shoes look
I hope you do not get tired of me
Certainly, I am not exhausted of your love and you

Black ripped jeans
Black for the emptiness I felt when you are nowhere near me
Blue for the tears that drowned my cheeks seeing you walked away from me
Red for the burning love and desire I have for you that never dies
Yellow for the butterflies I feel in my stomach when our eyes met
White for the pure and innocent love

White earpiece
You told your favourite song
Little did you know
The tune of your voice
Is my favourite
Tell me your deepest secrets
Tell me your best moments
Tell me everything

You are my everything


Reminder: This is not the end, life will be easy, living will be easy when days come, so go easy on yourself.




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