There’s you, in a room full of people, quiet, not making a sound, with your arms crossed, your hair messy, and dimples on the right side of your cheek, apparent.
Who would’ve thought that a smile from you would drown me,not even taking a shot, but I’m down bad and on my knees.
She was different, which puzzled me, selfless, kind, and even admirable, the kind of smile you’d fall for, and in a snap, would render me vulnerable.
She came unexpectedly, without a warning, the night storms our way, my dark, cold hands on the wheel, but there she lies, just being her, the kind of love I prayed for, the kind of love I’d take a chance over and over again.
