owen
there you were in my favorite
coffee shop ordering from
the best barista they have in the whole city
i walk into my refuge
just to sit here and find my muse and not
even to think about running into you!
i take my usual seat, in the window all the
way in the back.
a spot that you'd know about if you been here for
years
It's in this little cranny of a corner like a lost
forgotten gem like a needle in a hay stack,
the way the light falls in the room is prefect to draw
the very lively cafe and the street outside is the
perfect medication for a bruised body and soul
like mine from my father who at the sight
of me make his blood boil
my blonde hair falls in my face masking my pain filled blue aching
eyes, shutting out the world. I take my pencil out of my hair making a few strands fall.
a rather rude clearing of someone's throat pulls me from my perfect world
back to reality. i look up suddenly to fix my blue eyes upon your honey heart melting,your caring, intrigued, amused, brown ones.
that's when you knew about my past seeing my scars and bruises
that's when i knew that you felt the same way you felt about me
you had so many questions
i had the answers that i was willing to give up
just for the chance to be cared about
love
lily
YOU ARE READING
Old jeans
Short StoryPoetry. And Letters. Prose. "You know when old jeans no longer have that new feeling and you hate them? Just like old love." - Lily Lily is a girl that has her heart crushed like throwing away your favorite jeans. These are love letters that he nev...
