18 August 2012
Something about the way she moves
She glides
She grooves
Floating her way
Through the day
No classic beauty
As such
But a cutey
And when it was my turn
No words
They were for the birds
I felt a burn
A yearn
Then she's gone
As quickly as she came
Ignite a flame
A spark
That left its mark
And just a vision
What I had seen
And maybe
What could have been
I'll just drink my drink
And wonder, quietly
If she'd even
noticed
me...
she • Opuss № I