Untied shoelaces and messy hair
You're like a dream, but it's rude to stare
I duck my head down, and ignore your lure
Unable to forget a face so happy and pure
You read a book, biting your lip in concentration
Curled up on the bench in the corner of the station
Trains whiz past, but I can't wake from your spell
You're like a drug; a secret I can't tell
Then you look up, and my whole world falls apart
You steal my breath away, and stop my heart
Paused in a moment, stuck on repeat
I can't seem to move, with frozen feet
Ever so slowly, you lift up your hand
And wave like a butterfly about to land
Just like that, you whisper hello
Tell me your name, baby don't go.
–leonardo r.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry[ THE FICTION AWARDS 2018 WINNER FOR BEST POETRY BOOK ] ❝He spent his life chasing butterflies, never noticing how he trampled on the flowers.❞
