The day was already grey and plain.
The sun, hidden behind its cold blanket
replaced by the polluted rain.
Yet hope still shined in me.
Despite the chill, I was in heat.
My cheeks, betraying my composure.
And once again, in eyes, I was beat.
And signed my hearts foreclosure.
I was afraid. And she beautifully grinned.
I shook like the leaves on that very day,
in that cold merciless wind.
Not of the cold, but the sudden heat.
I was flushed. Could not provoke
the words I've been practicing in the mirror to finally exit. She evoked.
And stole me away complete.
My friend, I have once befallen eyes
as beautiful as those before me. But I have never felt that as she pries,
I found myself, mercilessly, shy.
'What if...what if' I uttered.
She bore deeper into my mind,
yet I repeated the words. I muttered
'What if it was you, fancy I find?'
She laughed. God she has a beautiful
smile. I melted, bit my crimson tie,
and lived again for a second, full.
But it's, to myself, another lie.
She has the interest of another I learnt.
And although I had the courage,
and all that I yearned,
I could no longer flourish.
My friend, I have felt weak in the bones.
I have felt insanity with compassion.
But by god, no sticks and no stones
crushed me in such high fashion.
