That shirt don’t lie
He was watching me while wearing my past.
I was drawn to the image uncontrollably fast.
Soft and clean but faded and washed out,
A strong mutual feeling without a doubt.
Tailored with patterns I can’t easily forget.
Slowly looking back to see how we met.
A quick hesitant pack helps me smile,
And for a moment I’m in great denial.
Every moment is a touchable dream.
Questioning if it’s really what it seems.
Will this raw emotion of positive change last,
Or will it be a distant memory of the past?
Can’t sleep even though I’m at Bliss,
Still feeling every carefully placed a kiss.
Haven’t experienced this sensational contact before,
Are these the unfamiliar things I now adore?
Randomly playing the events that give me a chill,
Scared and cautious, yet holding back with all my will.