Oh, beautiful stranger.
Stealing my focus.
This silent torture of
everything ever left
unsaid.
With strangers a lot
is always left
unsaid.
Voices shout from within,
screaming songs of my longing,
the magic of your impression.
Echoing and bouncing
off the walls I'm encased in.
Oh, I've never uttered
a word of sincerity
to a beautiful stranger.
If I could only bring myself
to say, at least,
"You're beautiful."
Stealing my breath and my words.
You strange and beautiful thief.