My Poetry Collection

ลำดับตอนที่ #4 : Untitled #8

Untitled #8

Hello, stranger.

If you're reading this,

we don't know each other just yet.

But I maybe, possibly have already 

fallen for you.

If you are a little taken back by my blunt way of talking,

how about we do some icebreakers?

I would like to guess what you are like

and you can do the same with me.

I'll go first.

I bet

That your eyes are nothing but soul capturing 

that I'll be forced to dwell in it unavoidably.

I bet

that your skins are as soft as the blankets on a snowy day

sucking me deeper into my sweetest slumber.

I bet 

that your cheeks make the wild roses shy

It refuses to let my eyes be taken away from it.

I bet

that your touches are gravitational 

pulling me down on my knees unconditionally.

I bet

that your voice is not easy to resist 

but who to say I'll even make the effort?



How did I do?

Maybe, possibly accurate?

But even if my guesses are so embarrassingly inaccurate in your mind,

I believe I am not so far from the truth.

So, I'll make my one last bet.

If all else fails, it will be this one that I am willing to stick with it 

even if it means bankruptcy.

I bet

that no matter who you are

and what you're like

Even without the most mesmerizing eyes

cotton-soft skins

rosey cheeks

Gravitational touches

and irresistible voice

I would still be falling for you.

Not maybe

Not possibly 

But inevitably.