She had ice water running through her veins,
yet her chilled heart felt enough passion
to fulfill the deepest of love stories.
Her eyes locked onto him at every glance,
yet still she said nothing.
A thought of
There could not possibly be anything between us
ran through her head as she stared holes in the back of his head
and she daydreamed about days at the park with him,
lying in the grass and staring at the clouds overhead.
She knew he was somewhat of a romantic like that,
and that he was someone she probably could never have.
And so she said nothing, even though she felt everything
Little does she realize, he loved her more than she loved him.
His favorite way to pass the time was to write poetry
and she was his favorite topic.
He often wondered if she liked him at all,
and he fantasized about being with her forever,
lying in the grass at the park and watching the clouds fly by above them
but he assumed she couldn’t ever like him;
she was far too beautiful
and he was far too normal
and so he kept his mouth shut.
While she was at the park one day, she thought of him
and the fantasy that ran through her head,
and she fell into what she thought was a day dream
and she laid down on the grass
and stared at the clouds,
wishing he was next to her.
He was at the park on the same day,
writing a few love poems that he hoped
he could find the courage to give to her one day
and he saw her lying in the grass.
He saw her eyes closed, and seized the opportunity,
Whether or not she loved him, he had lost control of his mind.
He laid down in the grass next to her,
and grabbed her hand
and just stared at the clouds running across the sky,
hoping she felt the same.
She felt someone grab her hand,
and she opened her eyes and looked at him
and the ice melted in her veins
and she just smiled.
And the pair just lay there, the passion flying
through their fingertips, as they held hands
and lay in the grass at the park,
and just watched the clouds fly by overhead.
