There were no words uttered
No sign exchanged
No flashes of smiles either side
Nothing uncommon
There were no strings of hers
But I felt pulled
Her smile! ! ! Was something of a serenity
Her curved black hair were the perfect canvas for that glowing face
Her hand seemed soft
Enough as a fresh butter, could've easily made anyone flatter
I looked to the right and then to the left
Seemingly fancied my chance
If I was a no pseudo civilized human I would certainly have dance
I was ready for the kill
Opened with a hi
Alas her stop was next and I just fared her goodbye! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem