I Like To Write Poetry
And then there was light. My introverted eyes suddenly felt the urge to look up, and yes indeed it was her. Her shy demeanor; her shiny eyes looking down at the floor; her hands carrying that bag of hers in the most sophisticated manner that had been ever witnessed.
There was that slightest tint of red on her cheeks. Her lips formed a shape that would certainly not qualify as a smile; but nothing less.
The mood inside the room instantly picked up and i felt my eyes looking right through hers.
As my feet started to tap away at the gentle at the gentle mellow rhythm of her heart, i went closer; only to feel belittled by the richness of her scented strands.
No! My consciousness stung me hard in the chest. She is too luxurious of an indicia for my wasted heart to keep.
I went back to my corner and hid in my shell..
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There was that slightest tint of red on her cheeks. Her lips formed a shape that would certainly not qualify as a smile; but nothing less.
The mood inside the room instantly picked up and i felt my eyes looking right through hers.
As my feet started to tap away at the gentle at the gentle mellow rhythm of her heart, i went closer; only to feel belittled by the richness of her scented strands.
No! My consciousness stung me hard in the chest. She is too luxurious of an indicia for my wasted heart to keep.
I went back to my corner and hid in my shell..
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