I see you walking past with your head in a book.
I knew that one day we would meet again and not know each other.
You walk past, running into me causing my freshly made hot coffee down the front of my white shirt.
You stop and saw what you caused.
You said sorry over and over again.
But it really was fine.
When we looked into each others eyes, it was like a fire work show.
You smiled sweetly and asked my name.
When I gave my name your smile turned into a confused frown.
I asked your name.
When you said your name the world went upside down.
People said that once's you find the one.
You would feel it deep down, somewhere deep down inside your heart.
You noticed that I changed more then the flowers in the crock of my arm did.
You wanted to catch up and talk.
Oh!
How I wanted to but I had to get to work.
Your smile fell to the floor.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the broken
PoetryI started writing poems because I had to get my emotions out in some other way and poems helped because I got a deeper meaning from them and had to put lessons I learned the hard way in my writings. I feel as if these were meant for those who could...
