Falling in love

danirm108

I’ve lost count of how many eyes
have crossed mine
I’ve lost count of how many “be mine” 
have my lips said

The clock stopped at midnight
And a new list seemed to be in the making
The one that accidentally touched my hand
The one that gave me his chair on the bus

I fall in love with his beautiful hair
And her gorgeous lips
I imagined our story together 
The sleepless nights, the morning kisses

I picture the perfect date, the perfect encounter
Our first kiss, our first fight 
As if I was the master of puppets
As if I was the author of my own love story

She with the tattoo
He with the earring 
He with the starring in the middle of our work shift
They with a thousand looks over their shoulder

Cinderella had to give up her hopes at midnight
I, as well, have to stop looking back
Because with the rise of the sun
I will fall in love again

With his voice
With the way she walks
With their majestic brown eyes

With the perfect love story
That will never be written

  • Author: Dani. (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 8th, 2023 16:31
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 18
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    this is so beautifully spun
    from that vivid bus couple, imagery
    to your yearning's rhythmic poetry
    thanks for sharing, dear poet
    you have a wonderful talent..
    (personally
    my charred fingers, have long
    given-up hope
    of entwining with another's
    at least in this lifetime,
    yet
    in that call, where
    my green eyes, gaze upon a couple
    gliding through life
    upon each other's wingtips
    like you, i too
    can't help but recall those past brushes with love
    i was gifted by fate and I too
    begin, to roll a film reel in my mind
    enriched bright by my past, yet dimmed black n white, noir
    in an overwhelmingly bleak, theme
    lacking faith in a future
    where those sun kissed hallowed clouds of love
    may once again gaze upon my path in life...)
    Happy New Year, here's hoping that True Love
    visits you in these coming twelve months
    the kind of Love, where you start accumulating
    'your last, first's' of a lifetimes budding romance



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