Hey there! This poem's idea was given by my friend may130, and she also let me keep it on my profile! It was written over a year ago, and was kept on hold only because I couldn't decide if it needed a fourth chapter. Regardless, it is here now because I couldn't keep it unpublished any longer. I hope you like it.
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I rejoiced in the smell
Of this old book
Hidden from the world
Hidden in this small nook
How pleasing fiction was
I could overcome all my flaws
The world, I could save
I was so brave
Lost in this book
Lost near some brook
Maybe lost in him
Filling my heart to the brim
I read till I reached the book's back cover
Then sadly, reality took over
Maybe I wasn't that brave
Chances, I did crave
Chances, here and there
Chances
And a few stolen glances
My eyes flew across the room
Maybe reality wasn't full of gloom
My eyes settled on him
Maybe reality wasn't so grim
He looked peaceful
Blissful
He was such a distraction
But maybe it was just attraction?
My heart sought for a closer look
So I walked to get another book
I walked
To the shelf next to his table
My imagination talked
Spinning a magical fable
Chances here and there
Chances
And a few stolen glances
I walked back, sat down
And resisted a frown
But then I saw him
And didn't feel very grim
He was captivated
By what he was reading
How I wish it was me
My heart went leading
My insides fluttered
And fantasies cluttered
So I took on a dare
Glance into a stare
Chances here and there
Chances
And a few stolen glances
And then, oh then
I don't know exactly when
To mine, his eyes were brought
I was caught.
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PoetryCompleted. Poetry. Short Story. She loves stealing glances at him. Perhaps it's the calmest thing ever, seeing she doesn't want to stop anytime soon. Unfortunately, her plans get disrupted when he starts stealing glances at her too. •×• Idea by @may...
