Heart Strings

10:55 PM

my eyes follow your silhouette as you walk by as if you are the only one in colour, and the rest are ink on paper. the look in your eyes and that smile on your lips tug at the strings of my heart— it feels like the first few gasps of air after drowning in the chlorine of swimming pools. a smile on my face would mirror yours in every way, and these hands would never not beg to intertwine with yours. laying my eyes on you feels like taking a walk on cotton streets, floating above the din of cities and spiraling towards the open gates of your heart. —i hope you let me in.