Strands of brown hair escaping from your messy bun
lower lip curled up inside with your tongue protruding a bit
hazel eyes filled with sparks waiting to ignite a forest
chubby fingers steadily slicing across the paper
with a pen filled with the same fire as you to pour a fantasy out over the white page.
Bitten nails and a few hangnails making me want to wrap you in a warm hug
your hot chocolate with extra marshmallows order sitting still,
melting away like Jack sinking away,
still remained untouched from your oh so sweet mouth.
Tissues crumpled up with messy black ink smears
from a far-away onlooker, I became a daily admirer of yours.
Never knew what you wrote in that cobalt-colored notebook of yours
but wondered endlessly how that mind of yours worked.
Always waited till 9'o clock to hear that chime of the bell
your familiar sweat infused lavender smell intoxicating me over and over
that same number on the menu with that same notebook
dirty high tops and different book fandom t-shirts
sitting in that same chair with one leg in and one leg out
observed you through my little stupid attempts
though I attracted quite a few people but never made you stir.
Oh how relieved I was when you didn't notice other guys gaze at you
how I thought maybe I would have a chance
maybe you would see something in me that I knew I had but couldn't realize.
"Sir,you can't sit here anymore. We just got a call from the owner that this shop is going out of business and needs to be closed down by tonight." said Maria,the waitress.
All I could think about was that I lost our place,
I lost the place where I craved not for coffee but for you.
I waited sitting on the curb, outside the shop
waiting for something that I didn't know.
Suddenly, I felt the presence of someone sitting beside me,
I looked up to see a woman with similar features as hers just a bit aged
she handed me a brown paper package and gave me a pat on the shoulder and walked away.
I looked down to see in cursive handwriting, written:
" Our little adventures....yet to happen.
P.S- Until then spend some with another cause you will find me later."
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Why Faraway Fantasies?
Because from faraway the boy had created a whole fantasy of what the girl was without even knowing her while the girl did the same but with a little twist. As you read, she wrote a whole lot of adventures that they could go to in hopes that her illness doesn't get worse but at the end the universe doesn't always shake your hand of friendship.She wanted to leave him the part she got to live with him while writing while not knowing him at all. You know what even after writing such a long paragraph about what I am trying to say here, it doesn't really make sense.
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PoesiaThese are just some of my thoughts laid out on paper. Broken, Sad, Hurt, Love, Like...these are just some of the emotions portrayed in some way in these poems. Poems from different made up perspectives are how I write most of the times...I guess.Thi...