I see you standing there, ordering your coffee and making unawkward conversation with the baresta. After you receive your coffee, you sit a few tables away from me. While sipping slowly on my coffee, I study your gorgeous features. Your straight brown hair covers half of your stunning face. Your brown eyes fix on your laptop in front of you. As your small hands move around the keyboard to type, I can see how your lips form a perfect shape that I can't help admire. Your nose fits your small face so perfectly. As you finish your coffee and arise from your table, I can't help but notice how small and short you actually are. Your body is so small and your face is so perfect. As you walk out the door, I can't help but feel lonely.
For ours on end of can't stop thinking of you. I can't stop imagining you. Your face is appearing in every place of my mind, consuming all of my thoughts. All I can imagine is you, mysterious girl.
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Maryann
PoetryYour eyes, your nose, your lips, your smile... it's all beauty in its purest form. I imagine your short physique, your warm complection and your soft skin... I just can't get enough. Dreaming and dreaming, it will never stop. Your lips on mine, your...
