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Ruthe Mar 2014
05
Does he see
Does he glance
Does he look
Does he gaze
Does he watch
Does he stare

Well, he sees
And I hope i feed his eyes right
Well, he glances
And I hope there's good light
Well, he looks
And I hope he's satisfied
Well, he gazes
And the reason he gives is justified
Well, he watches
And of course it gets me petrified
Well, he stares
I stare back, and our love is immortalized
The progression of a mysterious guy's affection
Ruthe Mar 2014
04
When an eyelash falls,

What do you wish for?

Do you wish -just asking
-
that I could be yours?

Because I spend that kind of wish

-I even found a way to cheat-

as much pressure as my fingers could squish

“Up”
And with a faint push of air

I blow.

When a meteor runs

Across the rayless high

What do you ask for?

Do you ask -
Do you
-if my love belongs to you?

Beloved!
 You wasted your sky

Such a question is trash

Because there is only one reply

In a million languages.

Choose which tongue -wi, si, yes...
...
Ruthe Mar 2014
03
Say a little hi

And my smile will reach the sun

Ask me how I am

The giggle you’ll get 

Would be a different one

Tell me I’m beautiful

And my laugh will echo

Around the world

My laugh will wake

This hemisphere and the other

My heart will beat

And keep a hall dancing, deaf

My skin will tingle

The current would **** an army

Tell me you love me

My joy would keep me up

Maybe for a whole lifetime

I would never frown

At least until it becomes a lie

By then, drowning in as much sorrow

as the joy before that tomorrow

I’d die
"She's the prettiest girl in your batch." *smiles* "Her beauty is unique."
Ruthe Mar 2014
02
You didn't do the crime,
Not this time.
No matter how far apart
the million pieces are.

Because you didn't steal my heart,
I left it in your bag.
I don't think you even know it's in there. Please find it.
Ruthe Mar 2014
01
Every word was a no.
Every move was a yes.
Every glance was a maybe,
well -need I kneel?
Please -need I beg?
End. This. Agony.

— The End —