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Dec 2019
In my mind I still watch that recording of the day we met at the coffee house,
When you smiled at me I have to admit I swallowed my tongue and my stomach screamed,
I am surprised of how I talked for that long five minutes to be precise my longest conversation with an angel,
Especially because we had nothing in common and you hated poetry and I hated music,
But now I’m stuck with earphones on my ears even if I don’t like Khalid,
I still recall pouring coffee on my laptop and you ran all around looking for a rag to wipe it out,
I had stalked you for days I have to admit,
I would stare when you served those customers with no sign of a flaw,
I try to be docile and don’t wanna act awkward but that waitress outfit arouses me that smile makes me stop thinking and wonder where you are from,
The way you treat me and wrap your soft hands around me and every piece of me pauses,
You look like the sun but stunning like thunder and here I am and ask if I stand a chance strike me to death,
Show me how you do it,
Steal my heart again I want to feel it more and more ,
Or maybe can I get your number and walk you to the park on the weekend and maybe I might open my stupid heart,
I just hope you don’t treat everyone the same as I ,
Hope I just stand a chance,even though this is the third time you’ve given me wrong number and I end up calling your office manager with the male voice,
I don’t want to think you are taken,
RUSSELL
Written by
Russell Osiemo
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