her olive skin glisten in the sunlight.
a radiant glow i knew too well.
kisses of shade tried to hide the sparkle in her brown eyes.
those endless brown.
her hair long pitch black yet I dreamed to tell.
she was always in my dreams.
her side glance almost kissing me intimately as she looked away.
the softest smile in a moment's notice.
just then I became alive yet invisible.
I felt so small when she wasn't looking at me.
when her coral lipstick didn't curve her smile.
when the sun didn't turn her eyes to diamonds.
complicated though as I infatuated myself with every detail.
becoming a artist obsessed with a work of art.
a priceless flawless smooth work of art.
yet I couldn't avert my eyes.
I wonder if she felt my gaze.
itself burning exit wounds through her yet I wanted to kiss every one.
her caramel velvety smooth skin.
yet I dreamed of the taste.
No, I fantasized about it.
more than I thought of anything else.
I just died by the sword every time I look at her.
wishing I wasn't irrevocably intriguingly in love with her.
in a moment's notice I knew I was.
in a moment's notice I held sacred to her what's I knew was good.
love.
and I was inches behind it.
knowing I couldn't escape this raspberry fascade you called perfume.
knowing the bell would ring.
and I would be stuck thinking about her.
till the next period.
never ending this vicious cycle of longing.
knowing in a moment's notice you would be gone and I would be simply......
alone.
©darkmocha
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