There is something funny
about the way
she is looking at me
Not quite the stare
Not quite the glance
but from here, from where I'm sitting
it's hard not to miss
those blue-green eyes.
Pucker up!
The lips are covered
in marooned-red
and the mascara-
well, the mascara
seems to be running
down the sides
of her rosy cheeks.
I should walk up
and ask, "How's the day?"
No! That'd be too frank
I might scare her away
But from here, from where I'm sitting
the view is perfect
Why would I want
to mess that up?
Why would anyone?
Fiction Collection
©BobbyRuelas
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