everything about him
makes me feel
light,
fuzzy,
warm.
a glance in my direction,
a smile on his face.
a wave possibly directed for me,
a slight brush of the shoulders.
I know not of his name,
and he doesn't know
mine either-
and that's how it'll stay.
we are strangers.
my mother told me to
steer clear of them,
that they'll hurt me.
and I always believed that she meant
physically.
not emotionally.
YOU ARE READING
brain waves at 3am
Poetrypretty and thoughts surrounded in my head. the majority of these are quite sad boy shit as to where I write at hours of the night when I should probably be sleeping.
