He came up to me
on the street
Looked at me long and hard
with chocolate brown eyes
that stared right through me
And said
You’re strikingly beautiful.
I gave him a soft smile,
Shook my head.
And said
No I’m not.
I’m a ******* headcase.
His turn to smile softly.
And he said
well you do the ******* headcase thing gloriously.
And he walked away.
I stared at corner where he turned for four hours.
Because it was the most alive I ever felt
and I didn’t want it to end just yet.
Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 1:38 PM UTC
He came up to me
on the street
Looked at me long and hard
with chocolate brown eyes
that stared right through me
And said
You’re strikingly beautiful.
I gave him a soft smile,
Shook my head.
And said
No I’m not.
I’m a ******* headcase.
His turn to smile softly.
And he said
well you do the ******* headcase thing gloriously.
And he walked away.
I stared at corner where he turned for four hours.
Because it was the most alive I ever felt
and I didn’t want it to end just yet.
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