About her

I only look at her once & my heartbeat quickens, she always has someone else in mind & never notices how I stare at her in awe from time to time. the love in my heart is no longer strong & so are my words. Flowers dont fascinate me anymore. I dont look for the moon while Im smoking my cigarette. But all she did was draw an eye & a couple of messy lines on my paper & now im writing about her, my heart is waking up from it's deep slumber, I look for flowers in every intersice & I swore to my friend that I saw the moon in the morning and that it has a long, thick ponytail and a sweet smile.