It was in the searing of her lion's mane
And the fandom crazed brain.
My curiosity was piqued,
Like a child who would lick at falling snow
(Her antics makes many smiles glow).
I can't tell if he is in love with her
Or anyone but it doesn't matter.
I haven't been able to read eyes,
Especially as confrontation intensifies.
(Of course,
That might be the case
Since I avoid eye contact).
But despite if he adores her or not
My admiration for both is non-stop.
Her stuttering in front of a certain girl,
The way her fiery hair twirls.
It all just so graceful
In the least graceful way
His questions affirming "okayness"
And teasing jokes
(All I could manage
Was smile and croak)
I guess I do find happiness in them
As I do all my friends
But I have yet to practice the skill
Of balancing my time with them
Rather by the edge of a window sill.
j.a.s.
m.a.s.
