I sat there alone, prisoned in poetry
Scripting verses of melancholy
Then my eyes stumbled upon a soul
Sitting empty in idleness
Looking at the screen and ceiling.
I attempted to perceive her face
From the pattern of her hair and the design
Of her skin but blurred was my vision
Until she turned to reveal
Her beautiful face possessing a smile
That’s seductive for it seduced me
To smile from the frown my face held
And the gentle wave of her soft hands
Was graceful enough to inspire me
To compose for her, this poem
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 11:52 PM UTC
I sat there alone, prisoned in poetry
Scripting verses of melancholy
Then my eyes stumbled upon a soul
Sitting empty in idleness
Looking at the screen and ceiling.
I attempted to perceive her face
From the pattern of her hair and the design
Of her skin but blurred was my vision
Until she turned to reveal
Her beautiful face possessing a smile
That’s seductive for it seduced me
To smile from the frown my face held
And the gentle wave of her soft hands
Was graceful enough to inspire me
To compose for her, this poem
I was having a bad day until a stranger changed it with just a smile and a wave of hand.