You sat and stared
I felt silly -
Talking about my ideas
Your silence unnerved me
Your eyes had alot more to say
Piercing, sharp and beautiful
As cliche would have it -
I fell for you.
Were you looking at me?
Or past me?
Across the table - where you sat
I felt the colour rising as you glanced up
It's all so cliche
And I felt so silly
Talking about the things
That I could talk about-
with no one else
No comments:
Post a Comment