Young Looking Lady In the Tunnel
As I passed on
The sign on
The chair that says:
Martin place
A young looking lady
With brown hair
And blue dress
Smile at me.
I myself smile at her
As a response
And I think its a very reational response
Instantly about 5 seconds
Our eyes f*c*k.
She didn't say word
I got some of it
In my head
Unspoken though
Then the tunnel exhales
Wind sweeping
On her perfume
Only small amount
I could smell
The train blows its breath
And its approaching like a bull
Then it stops in front of her
She expand her chest
And I can hear my eyes screaming
For her to stay there
And continue this sensual
Eye romance
Just for one minute
Strangely I think
She heard my inner scream
She stop and give a smile
But her feet takes her
towards the train
The door close
As she disappear
I Try to look for any resemblance of her
I think it was also blown by the train
Even her scent was gone.
Now Im alone
i felt like smoking
I grab my left pocket
And I still have a half of it
The cigarette
I lit a stick
Rode the escalator
I feel like walking on
the crowded street of George street.
Maybe I will one day
see her agin
hundred days from now
This
young looking lady
With blue dress who smile at me.
-comments please mate- TY
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