Passing open glances from across the rehearsal room.
Hiding behind my dark hair, not knowing what to do.
Underneath your suggestive gaze, I turn foolishly shy.
But we both share the same yearning motive of touch.
They pester me with teasing questions about me and you.
With a hint of subtly, this was no simple game of choose.
Our meeting was by chance, but we stood in the right place.
You wanted a case of me and I needed your handsome grace.
Hearing you speak was like listening to a record for the first time.
Crisp with new sounds I've never known but adored within seconds.
I could spend an eternity watching you repeat about the things you love.
Perhaps someday I'll be one of them on your favorite side of circling life.
Though I'm scared to fall from mundane normality and into famous personality. I know your soothing hand will guide me when the press are acting dramatically. I don't care if I jump into a world of blues, there's no one else I'd rather cry with. Because on cold nights when I'm feeling most alone, you make me want to live.
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This is just an imaginary story I decided play with. I think it's decent.
Sincerely Yours,
Liliana.
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Poetry (2015-2017)
PoetryThis is poetry for the soul from Yours Truly. Volume 1. "We don't read and write poetry because it's cute, we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race." - John Keating aka Robin Williams. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Co...
