Contemplating

"There are always the faces that

Have perfect smiles and eyes so

Exceptionally wild and alive. Just a glimpse

Yet quickly they disappear.

 

Always taunting and teasing and

Reason my mind creates, fiction too

Extravagant to satiate in circumstance.

 

But as much as you fantasize

Every look into those tempting lies

Always show little to no result.

Unless this was a movie, no

Twinkles will shine, all rain inside and

I will watch as they pass by

Full of fanciful glee.

Unto them I glance and wish for a chance

Lest one of them look back at me."

Done