My vision blurred, so I shook my head and then stared in awe.
Countless years of me in simple awe.
I am nothing
Merely myself, not hers.
The angel from my dreams.
The tripping over my words.
The heat creeping to my face.
Words always fail..
My power is weak.
Sheer will power always retreats.
My courage glances at me and then forfts as well.
Why do the Gods taunt me?
As my mind clouds up, my legs move themselves.
Your eyes and mine are repelling magnets.
I can't bear the beauty.
Sweat fills my taste buds as i lick my lips.
Closer, closer I stumble with avoiding eyes.
Her eyes trap mine like fly caught in the web of love.
*sigh
Her shift ends and she leaves once again.
My heart and soul sings the blues and I keep it to myself.
I leave, but, outside
she rests on a bench.
I hope I can, I hope.
I approach...
Author notes
The Soul of Romance
"It's so distracting always thinking of you." -- "Pualla Quam Amo Est Pulchra" by Bright Eyes.
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Comments
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Beautiful
Lovely take on the prompt. Beautifully written with nice flow. Great job : )
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