First Glance, by Invisible Poet Subscribe to rss feed for Invisible Poet

I sat there upon my stool
Conversing with a childhood friend
explaining the world to be so cruel
but to me an angel did the world send

at first glance
she is no more than a young lass
but her eyes trap mine in a deadly dance
and her smile shatters my walls like glass

in a few smiple words
this girl knows me better than a close friend
she sets her emotions free like birds
her happiness comes forth true without pretend

unable to interpret my own emotions
i make a hasty retreat
to have feelings for her is an unheard of notion
ah but the thoughts ring in my head so sweet

Posted: 2009-11-03 09:21:09 UTC

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2009-11-26 20:33:03suzieQ
nice use of the word lass