My Eternity

By Ansh Sethi, Poetry Editor

I am here sitting on my rug
sipping on my cold hot coffee mug
thinking how on earth can I be hers
if I am, its purely my luck
people say drugs get you high
these lads have not seen her smile,
till eternity I want her to be mine.

Flipping her hair,in my white shirt
not her body, but her soul made my heart rust
lost deep in her lust
I held her close, held her tight
her big eyes as beautiful as a rainy night
exactly what I wanted,and thats what she desired
that moment I swear we were infinite.