~Elenour~

Pocket watches and clocks
Heavy metal and pop
Whispering sweet nothings
Down by the bus stop

A smile like the sun
Eyes of graphite grey
Writing little notes
Of things she wants to say

He was bluebird shy
With little half grins
She was an outcast
Hair leaking bobby pins

He liked cold winters
And reading in the snow
She preferred summer
Reading by the window

Two streets over
Three houses down
Brisk, late night walks
All through the town