Poets

Her Name Is Spara

Oswin:

Sean told me to cheer up,

As if I could be happy,

Like I tried to be morbid,

And not have my words come out sappy.

I lacked the physical strength,

To look anyone in the eye,

Because whenever I looked towards my future,

It came like I was blind.

But I looked at one individual,

And my vision was no longer hazy,

I saw a glisten in her smile,

And a walk that made me go crazy.

But what really made me like her,

Was those eyes of hers,

If they were compared to jewels,

It'll probably start a war.

Her eyelids fluttered like butterflies,

And they strengthened my appeal,

Her eyes will strengthen my insides,

And make my hormones turn into a battlefield.

I learnt that her name as Spara

And I thought she could do magic,

As if she were Zatanna,

And I studied her antics.

Sean helped me muster courage,

To say it to her face,

How "beautiful you are"

And how "It shouldn't go to waste"

I've never felt so shaky,

I've never been so aroused,

What will she say next?

And will karma come around?

She simply gave me a kiss on the cheek,

And gave me a wink goodbye,

I just hope that next time,

I give her a simple "Hi"