She's a Wallflower

Wallflower

Today, she listens to thousands of songs she''ll be sharing with you.

With no hesitation unplanned things will take its course, the spontaneity of events will blossom in paths that will cross.

In blurred webbed turnings the sea of crowds in between the cosmic affair will take its tune.

In thrumming sounds of engines,tic of the clock, traffic lights and buzzing cars her expectations won't take long.

Those long bus rides, the narrow spaces of isles and unspoken reveries, she thinks of you and she hopes.

On cheap seats now empty she'll be sharing with you soon. 

She waits.

Sounds of his breath, head leaning on windows will be warm shoulders soon.

Closing her eyes, she thinks of the could be's the someday soon and the what will be's.

For her thee is music and him alone..

With him, everywhere there's melody..

For now..

This music playing with earphones that belongs to one, will no longer be.

In deep thoughts, closing her eyes with no worries of the here and now. 

Destination could be anywhere, to the moon and back.

It wouldn't matter. 

Slack jawed, silent stares without him noticing will be her peace, more than thousands of words, with an unspoken promise of what sort, she doesn't know yet..

For she sees thousands of characters she'd like to explore. 

Swimming in that little head, that ocean of thoughts.

Endless stories of sweet nothings will be something, smiles and warm hands that perfectly fits the spaces in between hers, warm lips that will kiss all worries in her muddled head. 

She can take a leap into forever  in the stars of your blinding colors. 

For this girl knows that in your luminescence there is home.. 

For in that warm blue there will be endless and real plethora of unexplained and explained truths. 

To her muse, she'll be waiting. Waiting to take that long bus ride to nowhere.

She only hopes that you'll find each other soon.

Till then..