"There she is, asleep.
Her back against the window,
arms hugging herself
Knees fold up the chair
Earbuds plucked on her ears
Her soft delicate face, like an angel.
Eyes drawn close,
That button-like nose
Her thin pink lips parted as soft snores es...
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There she is, asleep.
Her back against the window,
arms hugging herself
Knees fold up the chair
Earbuds plucked on her ears
Her soft delicate face, like an angel.
Eyes drawn close,
That button-like nose
Her thin pink lips parted as soft snores escapes
Her straight chestnut hair tucked behind her ears.
She's a beauty.
Everything is soft even from afar you could see how delicate she is.
How fragile those features can be.
And the morning light streams down her, smoothens her peaceful sleeping posture even more.
In these past few weeks I've grown a liking to her. A smile would grace my face every time I caught sight of her. Seeing her laugh and chuckle at everything her friend say. I watched her smile to anyone as she walks past them. Watched her tuck her hair behind her ear every so often or when she furrowed her eyebrows out of curiousity or of nervousness. How she fiddles her fingers and play the hem of her tee when she's bored. Watched her tease, joke and pull a face.
There are times that I'd brush our hands together when we walk past each other down the hallway, just to get her eyes on me, she would turn and smile. And that's enough for me.
Now thats nothing what a so called bad boy would do right?
