Potential

He listens
But doesn’t say too much
And his eyes hold
Some kind of nirvana
Among their blue hues
His smile is gentle
And his laugh could be a song
The cadence of his voice
Is something I could get used to
I could call his arms home

He looked at me today
With a reciprocal gaze that said
I just want to know you

And not a force on earth could stop
The beating of my chest

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About savannahlyn

I write to articulate what my tongue cannot
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