I walked in, damn… when did they start holding poetry nights? Whatever. I order my coffee, as they call a name to read. I ignore the people reading. I sit down in the back, scanning the poets who litter the room.
Intro (Written by talkie)
It was normal, I went to my lectures, did my essays, spent time riding my motorcycle. Until I stopped by the cafe.~
Listen, I’ve always been a play it by ear kinda person never really believing in love. At least not after my parents split. Granted they never were in love anyways.~
But when I saw you. The way your hair filtered the sun light, the way you performed your poem like it was the most natural thing on this planet. The way you smiled as you read.~
I don’t understand what I was thinking, all I knew was it couldn’t take my eyes off of you. You were… to find a perfect word would be “perfect”~
I know no one is perfect, but you come pretty close.~
I don’t know if I’ll get the courage to talk to you, or heck, if you’ll even look at me.~
But for now, I’ll just sit here, watching you read your poem. Maybe I’ll ask you to read another after this one.
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