What He Saved

Music is better than People

She always had her headphones.
They were always wrapped around her wrist.
As if it was a bracelet.
Music was her getaway.
She was shy.
Or is.
But it was only with certain people.
And she was shy with me.
Not any more.

It was only a few days ago it changed.
Our eyes would meet in the middle.
She would look.
I would look.
And that was it.

Her eyes would meet mine.
I would glare and she would turn away.
Until one day she just stayed there.
As if she was trying to read me.
And that is when I realized.
I needed to do something.

There was only once.
Once that we talked before.
At an ice cream parlor.
If they still call it that.

She was sitting there with two other people. She barely even knew them.
Maybe trying to make friends.
Maybe that's why she barely tries to make friends .

I walked in.
One of the girls knew me.
She invited me over.
I sat in front of her.
She was shy.
Sat there twiddling with her fingers.
Like always.
That's what she does when she is nervous.

She sat there nodding barely speaking. Until I asked her something. It wasn't through words though. I nudged her leg and she looked at me. And it was as if we spoke through eyes. Like I knew everything about her.

Then she spoke. Started laughing and talking.
And then we all go some more ice cream. She looked happy.

And there was this one time when I spoke with her for art, but she it want a real conversation.

But that was it.

And it's sad that I don't have guts.

And if she is shy,

And I'm shy.

Nothing will happen.

But I want it to.

Cause she is beautiful.

She's like music.

Soft like a piano and tough like a guitar.

Her emotions flow through like a song.

And I like that.

Brown hair that falls behind. Hazel eyes with a hint of honey. She isn't skinny more like curvy. Long legs and small hands. Right arm filled with bracelets. Rosy cheeks. Freckles that popped out all over her cheeks, forehead, and the bridge of her nose. Long eyelashes.

And an amazing heart.