[ before // 2 years ago ]
pov / the girl
sunshine creeps through
the window panes, creating
sharp shadows over our
desks
i watch gold flecks sparkle
in your eyes as sunbeams
cross over your face, like
sparkling dots of light over
a spring colored river
and i even tried to draw
the angles of your face a
few times, though you are
so original that the best
of artists couldn't have
captured your beauty
i had always thought you
were a masterpiece
a pity it was that someone
as beautiful as you would
never notice me, a mere
slash of paint on a nearby
painting
pov / the boy
I watch as you move your
wrist in circles, as midnight
blue and rose red scribbles
run over the blue page, the
same shade as a washed
out tablecloth as you
sketch out small doodles
out of the blue, a balloon
of broken heartstrings and
a cat sleeping on sunkissed
bricks of an ivylined porch,
drawing out the faint horizon
of a face, and i wonder with
a slight twinge of envy at
who was in your mind at
that moment for you to draw
you don't know that i've
watched you this whole
week due to the assigned
seating and darling, you
don't know how much i
wanted to know your name
this whole time
but all i did was pretend
you never existed
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Novela Juvenil[ poetry story / teen fiction ] : about teens, who were afraid. NOTE : feel free to skip the entirety of book i ; autumn and jump straight to book ii ; winter // © 2021-2022 @uranium-girl
