Falling Flat
I watch down from above,
head in hands, on elbows propping up,
floating on a wispy cloud of 'barely-conscious'
and see myself falling for her.
I stumble, in awe,
over her stunning kindness,
trip bluntly over the perfect understanding,
and fall flat
into that striking beauty.
My foot is in my mouth
when I try,
in vain,
to drop a hint that says
"hey, think again!"
And I mentally stutter
over her name when I think it.
If I look really close,
does that glint
taking homage in her eyes,
mean that she's falling too?
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