Poetry
A poem.
Just because you’re standing,
Looking at me,
Won’t make me work faster;
I don’t work under pressure.
#WritingPrompt: the pace of life
Poetry
A poem.
I see you,
Walking, standing,
Or maybe, just a little bit of the top of your head,
When you’re sitting,
And I don’t know why,
But you’re a delight for my eyes.