Last time I felt like this someone kicked my face and I couldn't find part of myself.
But this time is different, you were just staring and smiling.
That was enough to make me feel incomplete, to make me feel that this could be so much better if I tried harder.
YOU ARE READING
Transparent Rain.
PoetryRemind me that the sparkles I see around her are imaginary. I felt like a dork asking her how did she get those beautiful stars, also called eyes.
