Tuesday, 26 August 2014

In the reflection in the window of the bus
I see him standing next to her
He doesn't talk too much, he hardly even looks
But you can see his smile and the color on his cheeks
And you know his eyes want to look in her direction
The way a flower turns to the sun.

Such innocence
Of having someone who makes you smile
And wanting nothing from that person
Except to see them smile back at you.

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