Friday, 18 November 2016

It was getting dark

She stood there waiting
Clouds hiding the moon above
It was getting dark

Waiting for the bus
She was but a silhouette
Eyes just dark shadows

He watched her each night 
And was entranced by the girl
She seemed so aloof

He wanted to speak 
But dare not show her his face
Scarred in his childhood

But the urge was great
So he crossed the road one day
Just to say hello

"I see you often"
He said as she looked at him
She had but one eye

"Yes, I have noticed
I see lots with this good eye
The bad one sees naught"

He smiled and the said
"People judge me by my face
It is but a mask"

The bus now approached
"May we talk again?" he asked
"Perhaps meet for lunch?"

"I'm glad you asked me"
She scribbled her number down
"Ring me later then"

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  1. Whistles!!๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’•This is absolutely incredible writing, Robin. There are some people who often mistake others and their true characters because they end up judging a book by its cover. If only they would learn to see one beneath the exterior. Beautifully penned. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’•

    Lots of love,

  2. a lovely and happy ending...its good that mask sometimes deceives judgmental ones...

  3. A nice feeling when overtures are positively received. Augurs well for relationships!


  4. What a score!! lucky for him

    nice one Robin

    much love...

  5. A lovely write with a satisfying ending!

  6. The things we would be able to see, if we just took the time to really talk to each other... Wonderful, Robin.

  7. Sometimes the best connections we can have with people come from understanding each others differences - that is a wonderful thing

  8. Some eyes are sharp enough to see beneath the surface. Very sweet.

  9. that's really a unique take...happy!!