I still remember the first time I saw you.
You sat facing me in a crowded public bus.We were less than a feet apart, so close that I knew I could touch your beautiful face if I extended a trembling hand.
You were oblivious.You reclined on the seat with your earphones plugged in, your eyes shut in quiet contentment.I remember the way you drummed your fingers to the rhythm of music, how your eyes crinkled up as the sunlight hit their genial brown, the pair of miniature swords tattooed on your collar bone, peeking from under your Rolling Stones shirt.
I remember everything.
You sat facing me in a crowded public bus.We were less than a feet apart, so close that I knew I could touch your beautiful face if I extended a trembling hand.
You were oblivious.You reclined on the seat with your earphones plugged in, your eyes shut in quiet contentment.I remember the way you drummed your fingers to the rhythm of music, how your eyes crinkled up as the sunlight hit their genial brown, the pair of miniature swords tattooed on your collar bone, peeking from under your Rolling Stones shirt.
I remember everything.
2 comments:
ahem ahem....
For the record, this is rubbish.
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