he gazes at her with deep admiration
asinine love; silent love
an infatuation
she sees him, and stares back with a smirk
cold, yet warm
callous, yet inviting
"what's your name cutie?"
he expected himself to be stupefied
in a daze
instead his voice resonates in the air, clear as the blue in her eyes
"gray."
YOU ARE READING
chimère
Poesía-- a dream he loves; a dream he can't touch; a dream that's killing him. -- (cover by me)
