August 15, 2015
August 15, 2015
A Beautiful View
Because I was staring at him and nobody seem to know. :D
A Beautiful View
by bestdianneever
I roamed my gaze around
The room is filled with noisy sound
Some are talking too loudly
And some are dashing too wildly
I was supposed to close my eyes
When in the midst of the crowd lies
Someone who grabbed my attention
And in my mind, I was left with question
He seemed so serious sitting there
And beside him are spaces of nowhere
He was reading something
And I just caught myself staring
If I were the book he's holding
I'm sure to be smiling
If I were the words he's reading
I would surely be melting
He is so engulfed by the story
And I can see how he endures the misery
He tries to stop his tears from falling
I tried to stop myself from watching
I find it so fascinating
To have seen him and I can only keep looking
At the great picturesque others might find repulsive and boring
But for me, I will always consider it breathtaking.
The room is filled with noisy sound
Some are talking too loudly
And some are dashing too wildly
I was supposed to close my eyes
When in the midst of the crowd lies
Someone who grabbed my attention
And in my mind, I was left with question
He seemed so serious sitting there
And beside him are spaces of nowhere
He was reading something
And I just caught myself staring
If I were the book he's holding
I'm sure to be smiling
If I were the words he's reading
I would surely be melting
He is so engulfed by the story
And I can see how he endures the misery
He tries to stop his tears from falling
I tried to stop myself from watching
I find it so fascinating
To have seen him and I can only keep looking
At the great picturesque others might find repulsive and boring
But for me, I will always consider it breathtaking.
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2 COMMENTS
rekhanshiraghava
August 15, 2015 - 09:30 How narrative... I was into the poem till the end... i could imagine every single line... its written so so beautifully.... Breathtaking....bestdianneever
August 16, 2015 - 07:42 Weww. Thank you for reading this. It means a lot :D