Another normal day.
Sitting alone, reading a magazine.
My eyes start to sway,
As I gaze at the pictures.
I find my eyes locking,
With another set.
My mind is blocking,
She’s merely printed.
I feel an attraction,
As she seemingly speaks to me.
There is no reaction,
When I can’t hear a voice.
These are distant pictures,
A girl I’ve never met, yet so close.
I continue staring at her.
The faces she makes,
Whenever we’re together.
She’s emotionless.
She’s a different type,
Never speaks to anyone else.
I start to gripe,
When she starts staring.
I feel an attraction,
As she seemingly speaks to me.
There is no reaction,
When I can’t hear a voice.
These are distant pictures,
A girl I’ve never met, yet so close.
ESTÁ A LER
Electrical Vibration
PoesiaWe may all have different and diverse backgrounds, but there is always something for everyone.
