A Bleak Puddle

Glass Wall

'Who is this? Why is she so beautiful?

I just saw her once, but she let my heart feel whole.

Her hair are short not to her tights.

She looks really pretty, still through these bad lights.

I want to see her and come a little closer.

She is pressing my mind like a dozer.

Now she is starring up at me.

How adorable can a person be?

I nearly smell the odour of her's.

And the good aura that she transfers.

My hand slowly glides in her direction.

I nearly touched this bunch of perfection.

As the cold hard glass discourages.

And now I know what means 'heart'.

She presses her hand against the glass too.
If only that I earlier knew,
that knowing you meant that I break,
I would have made the same mistake.'

-How I met thee, and how inaccessible thee were-

B.A.