Circle

That's what they call her
But I guess it doesn't matter
Because mornings are always great
The best times I long to wait

Her pretty face resembles the shape
And there's no other way to escape
But just be mesmerized by her
And fool myself that we are together

She just takes me there
Flying me up to nowhere
She lives in the same city that I live in
And I'm just doing nothing but dreamin'

Author's Note

Please review and rate my poem. Thank you :)

Reviews

[BlaqkShadow]

Beautiful, a real love poem, such light and tender words really give the poem an all round glow that just sits with me as I read it, keep up the great work! X

[Ross Emerson Realino]

Thanks for the review :)