you stared at me
with those
honey-green eyes.
you stared.
you smiled.my melted heart
felt that you cared,
and basked
in my attention.finally,
maybe i'm not invisible
to you
after all.
YOU ARE READING
she likes the color yellow
Poetrymy soul in poem form. i'm not a good poet, but i've learned to be vulnerable.
eyecontact
you stared at me
with those
honey-green eyes.
you stared.
you smiled.my melted heart
felt that you cared,
and basked
in my attention.finally,
maybe i'm not invisible
to you
after all.