We sat across the table, silence filled the air
She hung her head, her lips visible behind her falling hair
I squirmed uncomfortable while the sound of
Her pen sweeping across paper and the sound
Of our hearts entered my ears
Lips parting to speak her name but I held,
I reached with my hand, she didn't notice
She didn't even flinch as I pushed her hair back behind
Her ears
Finally I could see her button-like nose and
Pink rose lips that had been bitten down
Her eyes glued to her paper, mind lost in her own world
Of work and imagination
I shifted in my chair, coughing for her attention
Finally, her two beautiful gems pierced mine
Her cheeks warmed, mind ticking in realisation
"Beautiful"
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Hopeless Poet
PoetryI write about the world. Her, him, the places of meaning, aggression, compassion, or human nature. TRIGGER WARNING !! some poems talk about s*elf harm and su*cide. Please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics. I will try to put a trigger...
