The Stanger

Our eyes caught each other while I write things down

I looked for an expression, a smile, surprise or frown

Even Though I fight it I’m forced to stare again

I really didn’t want to, it wasn’t part of my plan

Again I end up staring, continuing the search for my prize

What could I be searching for deep in her eyes?

For some reason I want to get to know this girl

I hope she notices my stare, comes over and introduces me to her world

I wonder what she’s like, mean, nice or just really shy?

All I can do is sit here writing about her hoping that I catch her eye

It’s weird to want to know this girl without romantic intent

It’s very confusing, perplexing, and paradoxical.  I wish I knew what it meant

I’ve seen this girl many times but only this time up close

But this time, of all her features, I notice her eyes the most

The more I watch the more I learn, the more I learn the more I write

And the cycle repeats, my writing, my thoughts and my glances on a round trip flight

Just about a full page written about this stranger

And I feel nothing for this girl no pain, happiness, or anger

I look a little closer and notice her addictive smile

It feels like I’m writing a paper, a report to file

I check my phone and notices that I’ve been writing for about an hour’s time

This is too much like stalking so this is the last rhyme

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