A person of interest.

There is a person

A person of interest

A person whose behaviour

and character

have caught my eye

 

She waltzes around

my daydreams and thoughts

regardless of place

and time

 

The rust, of my apathy,

bit by bit, chips away

Falls off my skin

taking with it, the very last thing

that holds me living

this lie

 

This girl, I know, is

of a special kind

Of hope, faith and love

 

It’s strange that I,

on this normal day,

have found a peace of mind

 

My tongue is dry

Hands, both perspiring

Pupils dilate

I feel

weak

And yet, my heart

soars and flies

Gazing

upon that which is so inspiring

I feel strength

I have never felt

from the sight of this girl’s

smile

Insides, mush and melt

 

This girl, I know is

of a special kind

Of hope, faith and love.

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