Does he notice me?
Or maybe share the same curiousity I have?
It's ridiculous, I know
But the childhood notion that nothing is impossible,
kind of gives me a glimmer of hope
Not enough to back up an attempt
But certainly enough of a glimmer to shine
and distract me like keys to a cat
He's the typical crush in my mind
Maybe not a James Dean or a Gregory Peck
But neither of them either struck my fancy
He does, in every quirky mannerism her performs
That glimmer he gives me,
Can he see it in my eyes?



Untitled Haiku

I am walking sin
There is no escaping it
I know my ending