Hand Rolled cigarette resting on his ear as he sips a dark toned mug with his tongue swiftly bringing life to his lips,
he looked at her lingering and somehow, from the cafe aroma and that dark corner she smiled back.
His eyes met hers and the autumn nostalgia combined with the rustling leaves held his blue irises close, looking at her white coat hugging her body and her azure green hues of eyes examining the place like a tree dressed in white snow crystals.
Hand rolled cigarette on his revived lips as he taps his toes on the long wooden chair with her eyes on his
as they both fail to talk from the ache in their cheeks caused by they exchanged smiles, they have never met before that time but they both felt grateful to plan for a cafe time, they both never forgot that place
and she can never resist a guy with blue eyes and a handmade cigarette on his ear anymore."
YOU ARE READING
CHAOTIC.
Poetry2# SLAM January 9th 2019 And you know you're creating art When your heart is slowly falling apart.
