Looking at you from
a mere distance was enough.
And it was my own heartbeat
who told me to be in delight.
The way you project
a smile can melt a stash
of flowers in various kind.
You have the height
of a perfectly gentle king
and the braveness of a soldier
who will fight for its queen.
Your looks and staring eyes
put me under the spell
of your echanting charm.
And all this time,
I was lurking behind
your sight and steal
countless looks from mine.
As day marches into
weeks; I'll be doing the
same thing—lurk to stare.
Wishing and hoping
that these days won't
end 'cause this is my
last melancholic glimpse.
YOU ARE READING
Blued Lines
ŞiirTo those whose heart has been ripped apart, you're not alone in the boat. If you think that poets write wonderful lines and echoing endings, then you got it wrong because we also get broken and as you read each poem, the sadder and painful it become...
