𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 | 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄

"okay"

Every day

that I sit in class

I look her way

as if to ask

"do you mind if I paint your beautiful face

on this canvas?"

She never answers, she just

blushes.

She sits far

but I can still see how her eyes

gleam just like stars

and I wonder "how could someone

so beautiful, be in front of me?"

but we never talk,

our eyes just meet

as if a silent message was passed between.

When she gets up

to leave the class

I think of ways to get her

attention as she walks past

me with her hands full of paint

and the faint

smell of strawberries

hanging onto her hair.

And every day

as I turn to her

she blushes and looks away

from the boy who so

desperately wants her to see

that he's right there;

waiting for her approval to

paint her pretty face, eyes and hair

on his blank white canvas.

So why do I never walk

up to her and talk

to her?

Why am I so scared that

she'll never see me the way

I see her in

class every day

even though she blushes

and looks away

and smiles

and laughs in a way

that makes my heart skip a beat?

Why can't I be brave and ask

if she wants to meet

in the park or go to a dance?

So on this day

when I sit in class

I look her way

and then I ask

"do you mind if I paint your beautiful face

on my canvas today?"

and smiles and blushes

and says "okay."

im not much of a poet, but i hope you liked it

-k