I slowly turn my face, unaware of what's happening around me.
You glance my way, and hold my stare,
It makes me nervous; in a good way.
You squint your eyes, and smile.
The kind of smile that makes you melt.
Your mouth turns up slightly, as if your mind can read mine.
Mischievous in a way. Maybe your making me insane, or its really not in my head.
Sly glances were exchanged.
Between him and her.
Another day awaits,
before I see you glance my way again...
YOU ARE READING
Unconscious Soul
PoetryDiary of an insomniac... And falling In love for the first time... This secret place I built is poetry from deep inside my soul. I love bearing my raw self here, without the fear of being judged; only understood. It's not live, laugh, love. It's fa...
