I have no idea how long I've been staring at her
but I swear she's the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever seen,
her long soft fingers flip through the pages ever so gently,
as if she's afraid of injuring her dulcet book,
And when she smiles,
her eyes spark and her lip curves a bit to form a smile I'd spend days longing to see
and as she sits there cluelessly reading her book I sit there reading her
And I forget about my coffee because her smile is my favourite chapter
YOU ARE READING
Fragments
Poetry"Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don't want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousa...
