And just for thought...
I send messages through the air to the dark eyes a room away and he smiles.
I laugh at this child like crush I have on this man I barely know.
I thought I lost this innocence long ago.
He walks by my desk, flashing his pearly whites, and I can't stop the blush that rises.
Mid-twenties and my tongue still ties for boys who are just dreams.
I wonder if he is able to see my wheels turning when he asks me about the mail?
If he knows I am picturing what his big arms might feel like around my waist?
Giggling at the thoughts he will never know, I watch him walk away.
His hips sway the lengths of his shoulders and I just can't help myself.
I send messages, knowing he will never receive one, a room away from me, he smiles.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.