Costa Girl

She’s probably straight.

Could be married with kids.

She’s sat by the window deep in conversation,

Wispy brown hair that she twiddles every now and then,

The breeze of the outside world escapes inside giving her a chill,

She rubs her bare arms.

Honestly she’s fairly ‘ordinary’ looking,

But there’s something extraordinary about her,

I’ve never felt so intrigued by a stranger,

So infatuated.

This stranger’s smile has me caught up in a cloud.

I wonder if I can catch her eye,

Me,

The creep in the corner.

She’s probably straight,

Yet I’ve already planned the fucking wedding.

She’s my Costa girl.

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