Love? Or whatnot?

I felt jitters down my spine.
Like my delightful cup of coffee.
Words unspoken, traces in my mind,
In his arms, I’d gladly be.

So obscure, love has hit me.
Is it so? Or it’s not.
Doubts and mights, sure I’m crazy,
Thinking of him, stop? I cannot.

*Six-words poetry. ♡

See me around.

Living the Teenage Dream.