look at the pretty girl across the room

look at the pretty girl across the room

the shininess of her long brown hair

cascading over her shoulders-

how nice it is to

run your hands through-

how pretty the colors in it are

when she braids it to the side

chocolate and chestnut and hickory and mocha-

how it smells when she’s

just taken a shower

(like french vanilla and fancy soap)-

look at the pretty girl across the room

the soft ivory skin of her dainty hands-

how smooth her porcelain

fingers feel

sliding through your own-

how strong they look

writing or painting or knitting-

how intricately her nails

are always painted according to her mood-

look at the pretty girl across the room-

the pink curve of her smile-

how happy it makes other people

when she throws it their way-

how simply alluring it is

when she nervously bites her lip-

how it makes you want to throw a table

anytime it’s turned upside down-

look at the pretty girl across the room

the deep sapphire of her eyes-

how they sparkle in the sunlight

or moonlight

or with a light all their own-

how they’re offset by lashes

the same shade of brown as her hair-

how when they meet yours

you want to spill all your secrets

until she’s as full of you

as you’re lost in them-

look at the pretty girl across the room

the big grey t-shirt that she

falls asleep in most nights-

how well it shows off her

delicate frame-

how it always seems to smell like her

wash after wash after wash-

how the color reminds you

of the rain

which you know is her favorite type of weather-

look at the pretty girl across the room

the way she makes you feel inside-

how you romanticize her

like Nicholas Sparks describes his female leads-

how you want to pick her up

and spin her around

until she’s drunk with laughter-

how you ache to protect her

from all dangers

both from the outside world

and inside her head-

look at the pretty girl across the room

the way you think you recognize her-

how she looks so familiar

in every way-

how you feel like you know her as

well as you know yourself-

how you’re right

you do know her-

how she’s thinking

the same thing about you-

how you’re looking at her

in a mirror-

how even though you realize this

everything you said

is still absolutely true-

Reviews

[SmittyJas]

Very loving and romantic write would like to have a gal like that to call my own but like most night I find my wishes don't come true I missed out on dreams that didn't come true. Love has skipped my home for my house is not my home with love that roams I only think love has skipped this House But I find happiness in the one Loneliness can be a blessing when true love hurts you.