It was a simple Monday,
Surrounded by books and pure silence.
I looked like nothing more than a character in the book
that’s somehow escaped,
or at least that’s how I felt, but yet you saw me.
Amandla Stenberg,
You and all your black magic, a role model of mine that
I could always wish could be something more.
Sitting beside me you smile, your hair still short but gorgeous.
Sunlight from whatever unseen window hits you perfectly,
Heaven- like, dream-like more realistic as to explain how I see you.
We don’t really talk, just read and look at each other,
I don’t bother asking for an autograph,
I just hold my breath and myself back from leaning in for a kiss
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