One day, you might stumble across a beautiful lady,
appeared so cold and distant.
Uneased frown.
Blue eyes but dark and impenetrable.
Lips never wavered for a smile.
Then, a shy touch between you and her.
Released her frown.
Her eyes glistened.
Lips wavered.
She felt your warmth,
Your heart ignited.
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PoetryTo Whoever Reading, My Midnight writings. Insta @themidnightvoidness