My attempt at poetry: Pottery <3

Pottery: Pronounced: po·tuh·ree. Definition: Code name for the guy I like... who also has no idea... <3

Pottery

In the silent gaps between words,

I can feel the strength of your gaze,

a soft pull, slowly pulling me closer

without a single breath exchanged.

Your hand brushes against mine,

a silent, gentle promise—

small, yet endless in the way it lingers,

speaking the words to a song of feelings

we both pretend not to know.

The way your grey-blue eyes see my every move—

those lingering gazes,

the very gaze that’s giving me butterflies

as I write the lines to your poem.

We stand in the warmth of something more,

a love not yet spoken,

but mutually understood.

I feel the truth in your touch,

and when our eyes meet,

I know that this love has always been,

and will always be—

In every song,

In very coffee.

Thank you so much for taking time out of your day to read this, and I hope the rest of your day is absolutely incredible!

xoxo, Indy <3