curly hair, crimson shades
conscious, composed, elegant
wouldn't smile, i wasn't that scary!
long slender legs, turns every head
'a cup of chai' rests on her lap
a few pages turned, keystrokes on her cell
nails, finely shaped, miss the paint
fingers without rings, single?
plays with her hair,
big wide eyes, calm, gorgeous
the checks on her shirt
casual, reflects her persona
wonder what's her name
wonder how she sounds
the one who made me write,
the girl i met in train!