The Cafe
She's the one,
I watch her
when she's looking away.
I watch
her hands speak
when she does,
her springy hair
vascillate with the breeze
and her smile,
oh! her smile-
my eyes are now rivetted.
Then, coffee spills
on my trance.
I watch her
when she's looking away.
I watch
her hands speak
when she does,
her springy hair
vascillate with the breeze
and her smile,
oh! her smile-
my eyes are now rivetted.
Then, coffee spills
on my trance.
posted by The Regular Joe at
5:03 PM
4 Comments:
either you are in love, or you are on the brink of it ;)
i especially like the coffee part. been there, done that :D
If your inference is based on this post alone, then I'm afraid you are wrong. :)
Glad you liked it.
The story behind this post can be made available on request :)
ah, interesting. my inference was based on a generalized view of your whole blog (at least recent posts). this post just made me more sure. i would like the story, please. :)
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