Eyes meet and inspiration flickers.
A single eyebrow raise tells all;
Yes she is a writer,
No she is not currently seeing anyone,
And yes, she also felt that spark of pure inspiration; the writer's block antidote.
You both start scribbling furiously and stealing glances in between paragraphs,
When the train stops, you make a silent agreement to find each other tomorrow.
YOU ARE READING
Turquoise Sunsets
PoetryA collection of my poetry. Some of them I am actually quite proud of, some of them I just wanted to write. There are a bunch of different styles and topics, and I hope that you enjoy! I will probably update at least once a week if not more. Not all...
