Longing
/Black hair, blue eyes,
There's a beauty to her short, lithe
Stature.
I see her in the library
I'm writing, I'm watching her,
I think she notices.
She looks away every time
I catch her eye.
I like to think she's writing too,
Maybe writing about me.
Perhaps ranting about
The unshaven, ugly bum
Lacking even the gumption
To comb his hair
Who's ogling her while she's trying
To write something beautiful.
Perhaps there's beauty to ugliness
But there is no beauty to mine
My ugly is pure and undeniable
Just as her beauty is.
Either way, whatever she's writing
I'd love to read, maybe over coffee.
Maybe it'll be good, better than mine…
Maybe the best poetry I've ever read
But she's too shy to show it off
And I'll...
She gets up and leaves the desk,
Puts on a long black coat
As her long black hair waves enticingly
Side to side to side.
I miss her already…
By Tyler R. Martin
From: United States
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