the boy in the khaki's
eyes blue as the ocean a smile that's novel to me khaki's the colour of sand how I wish to be holding your hand a quick glance across the room I caught your lingering stare embarrassed, you turn around my heart skips two beats smiling, i push the feeling away you've stood up, on both feet prepared to walk away bolting out to the corridor I try to follow But don't succeed Perhaps it was not meant to be













