{Semipoem} Uninspired.
Like the title says. SO UNINSPIRED. :( I did have an idea for (yet another) Sirius/Bella while listening to Mad World today, though..let's see how that turns out.
The probability is high
every time I look at you,
you're absorbed in something.
(Not me, of course.)
Yet I have to say
I don't quite mind
Your side profile,
eyes downcast,
face glowing with
excitement, (a game?)
concentration, (conversation?)
happiness.
Your hands, animated,
weave the air into
expression, agile.
A rakish smile--
then a laugh.
(You like to laugh,
after all.)
I watch, I smile.
Knowing the probability
you'll turn my way,
that our eyes will meet,
(and mine will be
surprised, naturally)
is low.
The probability is high
every time I look at you,
you're absorbed in something.
(Not me, of course.)
Yet I have to say
I don't quite mind
Your side profile,
eyes downcast,
face glowing with
excitement, (a game?)
concentration, (conversation?)
happiness.
Your hands, animated,
weave the air into
expression, agile.
A rakish smile--
then a laugh.
(You like to laugh,
after all.)
I watch, I smile.
Knowing the probability
you'll turn my way,
that our eyes will meet,
(and mine will be
surprised, naturally)
is low.