by anasuyasays


 it is supposed to be beautiful

is it not?

the flowers you walked past for years

are suddenly radiant

you catch yourself smiling sheepishly

while you shuffle your feet

and wait

to melt

when he looks into your eyes.

what a dream

love can weave

i hope you have felt these things

but mostly,

i hope that the person you felt these things for


felt them back.