If eyes could speak her would words would be soft
They would flow like magic
With the light of the stars
I groan, scribbling the last line. Sitting in the lounge and writing honestly took up most of my time when at St. Grace. At the end of the day after watching babies and Barrett and sick little kids, pencil and paper is how everything got out of my head. And right now this girl needed to get out of my head. But the words wouldn’t go from my brain to my hand to pen to paper. I don’t know why I was thinking about her, I just was. Did I want to? No, I didn’t. Nothing needed to change in my life. I woke up, I got through school, I got coffee and I came to St. Grace and everything was fine. This girl had now entered my life and just hopped right on in. It was like she just popped out of the blue, with no warning. I don’t like when there are no warnings. And now she had infiltrated my brain and she wouldn’t leave. I tried my hardest to forget about her. I would probably never see her again, right? But here she was again with those green or hazel-colored eyes.
I didn’t even know her name.
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