Photo by Houcine Ncib 





Excuse me miss
I just want you to look my way
Like maybe if the wind blew and the smell of your hair will waft my way
Or maybe if I blew a kiss and the wind carried it to your lips
I’m sorry but excuse me miss
You got a gift that makes the hardest man go astray
I’m just fond of that shit
As I watch you have your way
I want to build a bond and shit
I want to talk to you but I don’t know what to say
You can’t be read, you’ll forever be a mystery to me
I’ll follow suit cause your the type of woman who will take the lead
Though she’s fickle
I hope that love still exists
Though she is not balanced
Being twisted is her gift
You got me lost in my thoughts
As I stumble across my own words that I want to say to you
I’ll probably never get this opportunity again
For all that you are as I admire you from afar


-Aleya Angelique