The Inner Me || Wattys 2017

I see you

soft silk of royal white no mark whatsoever,
With faded focus i see you,
the air felt light like angels came,
a room full of people and one willing fool.

and in all the gush of crowd i could,
hear your thoughts as I glance at your lips,
And trail my eyes and back so quickly,
knowing each word while i peak at your fingertips.

in the books how they quote i have read,
because this fool relates, she's weak,
what have you done, I wasn't ready,
Made blood run down in my cheeks

Hair strands perfectly placed and brun,
a garment never looked so dreamy i swear,
you eyes match mine for a second or two,
As i try not to stare.

In slow-mo you approach and take my arm,
tell me what is your mind upto,
my breath is on halt as i sweat my palms,
you see me too i know you do.