Too Much

It's midnight.
I am watching you sleep.
Why are you so beautiful?
So hard-headed and so soft.

You said you can't live without me.
And you are in my bed.
Looking like you belong in there forever.
I am looking at you and I can't breathe.

Yesterday, I opened my eyes.
You are looking at me.
My shirt was hugging your breasts.
You could've killed me back then.

I don't know what you are doing to me.
I am obsessed.
I am so in love.
I can't breathe.

Comments

Old Notebook Poetry (author) on June 03, 2020:

Thank you Umesh Chandra Bhatt!

This is my first time writing online.

Umesh Chandra Bhatt from Kharghar, Navi Mumbai, India on June 03, 2020:

Fine sentiments. Well presented.