Most

Most

I want to tell you poems with my lips

and show you stories with my hands;

Where words rhymed with a kiss,

Where no one misunderstands;

We sing songs atop our lungs

Old bands call us the young ones in love.

Silence meant pondering about tomorrow

Whether we make memories, or should we borrow? 

Beneath the blanket, you’re in my head;

I prayed to the moon: I wish I was with you instead.

The dreams revolved around your silhouette

And when I woke, I will never forget.

Laughter ricocheted around the hollow street

Rekindling feelings that were obsolete;

Intertwining butterflies, pulling me close

Closed those shattering eyes, a love overdose;

I like you the most.