She’s never really noticed.
She sits, and she’s invisible.
People pass, but no one really sees her.

Wherever she goes,
it’s the same.

She’s used to the silence,
used to being the background,
the empty chair,
the forgotten space.

But then one day,
someone notices.
Her seat is empty,
and he feels it.

He sees her studying in the lounge.
He asks,
“Where were you yesterday?”

And those words
so small,
so simple
meant everything.

She was noticed.
She mattered.
He noticed her.

And for the first time,
her heart stirred
not just because she was seen,
but because it was him.

She sits
in her favorite spot,
sipping coffee
one sip at a time.
Reading her book,
lost in another world.

He passes by,
glancing at her,
wanting to say something,
but thinking she never notices.
He tells himself,
She’s too far lost
between the pages.

But she feels his presence.
When he looks away,
she looks at him
in awe,
how beautiful he is.

She wonders,
Does he know?
That her book stopped making sense
after the first glance.

Some eyes will touch the very essence of your soul

He is the whisperer breaking the silence between my thoughts.
He is the ink that colors the page I write.
He is the feeling behind every line I craft.
He is the pulse in my rhyme scheme.
He is the imagery that dances in my mind.
He is more than just words—he is poetry.

He’s more than just words, he is poetry

He tries to define her poetry
but she’s more than just words.
He tries to analyze her through psychology,
but no theory can hold her.

He studies her like an ancient text,
each symbol more confusing than the last.
She’s a Rubik’s cube
just when he thinks he’s solved her, she shifts to
unsolvable.
And it gives him a headache.

A mystery, yet captivating
and that’s what makes her even more alluring.

She is the brown-eyed girl
who lives in the spaces between his thoughts.