Not my fault

The way you smile makes me want to see more of you. To be a part of it. To laugh with you and be as comfortable as i am with my thoughts. To talk under stars. To walk past those roads that i am walking with you all along this time in my imagination. To wake up to that face all my life.

Nothing less. Nothing more. Flawless of your ways and them eyes telling what you'll never say. The more i see. The more i smile. Of course I can't say a thing but then hey, you pretty.. not my fault.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is a well-stated & thoughtful tribute to some lovely lady that this narrator is taken with in a romantic way. You express many clear details to show how it feels to have someone on your mind like this. I have to point this out -- we aren't able to experience anything thru the senses. What does she look like? What does she smell like? What does she sound like? What does she taste like? What does she feel like? For future writing, try to remember to ask yourself these questions. It might help you write in a more sensory way! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie