Points in a line

by DanielRGarbo
I noticed you first alone in that place
Silently sitting with smile on your face
Then you looked at me and took a bright sight
And I smiled back and put my hand to flight.

Undoubtedly, I moved straight to you
With plans to meet the mystery of you.
You looked at me with the steps I made
Waiting and wanting to communicate.

After a short walk, I have reached your place
And began to talk with a lot of grace
And you laughed, and smiled, and replied with glee
In a way the answers were set to free.

I am starting to know you a lot
Until a bell rang and destroyed the PLOT
'Cause you stood up and told me goodbye.
And I was left alone wondering why.

And now, from then on I visit that place
Waiting and searching for your lovely face.
Because we seem to be points in a line,
Connected to form an infinite line...
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PriM

PriM

August 5, 2015 - 10:42 The bell always does spoil the plot!!...Good work!
Manahill Naik

Manahill Naik

August 5, 2015 - 11:51 aww the bell lol..nicely doneee :)
Kooki

Kooki

August 5, 2015 - 13:21 a good one i read first!! After joining inn!!!
sheelsdevi

sheelsdevi

August 5, 2015 - 13:40 Interesting indeed..yes itis the bell that always puts an end to the suspense.. Good one
Dhaye

Dhaye

August 5, 2015 - 14:54 Nice poem. I like the rhyme and rhythm. Makes me remember of my college days. Keep shining!
DanielRGarbo

DanielRGarbo

August 7, 2015 - 02:16 Thanks guys. I love how you liked it. I actually dedicate it to someone special to me but now is married and will never be with me again. :-\
Manahill Naik

Manahill Naik

August 7, 2015 - 13:20 aww well stay strong.. best of wishes :) ❤❤

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