Stirred from my sleep
By a knock at the door
Awoke and dragged myself down the stairs
Grumpily looked in the messy at my messy hair
Stared and thought ‘it’s too early’ with baggy eyes
Quickly changed to sweats and a T-shirt
‘It’s a salesman,’ I thought, ‘who cares.’
Peeked out the door with a fake smile
Ready to listen to mindless chatter
Blinded by the light filtering in
I stepped back and flinched
Re-opened my eyes
I underestimated my guest
It was you, looking dazzling as ever
Messy hair and bright eyes
Never thought I’d see this sight
Threw open the door without a word
Tackled you and fell to the grass
Laughed and rolled around with glee
You held my face in your hands
Planted a single kiss on my lips
And told me I looked as beautiful as ever.
Jul 30, 2010
Jul 30, 2010 at 8:41 PM UTC
Stirred from my sleep
By a knock at the door
Awoke and dragged myself down the stairs
Grumpily looked in the messy at my messy hair
Stared and thought ‘it’s too early’ with baggy eyes
Quickly changed to sweats and a T-shirt
‘It’s a salesman,’ I thought, ‘who cares.’
Peeked out the door with a fake smile
Ready to listen to mindless chatter
Blinded by the light filtering in
I stepped back and flinched
Re-opened my eyes
I underestimated my guest
It was you, looking dazzling as ever
Messy hair and bright eyes
Never thought I’d see this sight
Threw open the door without a word
Tackled you and fell to the grass
Laughed and rolled around with glee
You held my face in your hands
Planted a single kiss on my lips
And told me I looked as beautiful as ever.
© July 30, 2010. Shanna Howse.
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