Antics

Antics

A Poem by William Coad

Your antics,

I love your antics,

I love how you and I just click.


I love the little things you do,

The little games we play,

I love the little moves you make,

I love how you sway.


I love your antics,

I love our antics,

I love how it all just clicks.


I love how we talk,

We walk the walk,

We spend years on this,

And never so much time on that.


I love how we’ll stand in front of,

Some strangers house,

And never move for three hours.

Just stand there watching the flowers.


I love your smile,

I love your face,

I love your hair,

I love your way.


But it’s your antics that I come back for,

It’s your antics that I love you for,

It’s your antics, my darling.

Your antics.


I love your antics,

I love our antics,

And I love you.

© 2014 William Coad


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Added on July 9, 2014
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William Coad
William Coad

San Fransico, CA



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I am a writer. I have been one for some time and will continue to be one well into the future. I have been known to write for a variety of mediums- films, poetry, comics, books- but haven't really gon.. more..

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