lonelyalchemy

Walking down the crowded streets Staring at people for psychology class There you were Gazing upon your eyes I nudge your shoulder Causing all your books to drop to the ground I stumble, helping you pick up your things "Your art is amazing" –speaking with a stutter I asked you to a mocha at the café Rudely replying, you say yes The glare in your eyes blinded me so I stare Watching you drink your medium mocha With no whipped cream and a dash of cinnamon You ask – "who are you" I reply hastily and the beginning of our demise begins 1st of many intellectual conversations The cynical remarks & blunt sarcasm You're a love come t