POETRY : FRESLY (4)

It is your grey tiny hairs
That could not be paired
The way your smile aired
Fleeting on my stare

The way you move freezes time
It is like I was stuck in lime
You are more valuable than dime
And that, I want you to be mine.

Having you is out of my able
Because I know I am not capable
I do not want you to be a bubble
Gone, not invigorating pebble

All I ever want to say
Is please just stay
Walking without fresley
Can lead me unto astray 🤗