I was extremely distracted today. Sitting in my university's library, hoping to do work, but I felt the urge to go back to my poetry. Although, I had no inspiration. Until I looked up from my desk. Enjoy.

Work can be tiring.

The words begin to scramble.

Pages disperse.

Thoughts are lost,

The mind is distracted.

Eyes peer across

To find a smile - contagious.

A visage worth praise.

Eyes that pierce

Yet skin so soft.

Lips that pout,

So effortlessly.

Calm waves of the sea

Running down her hair.

A look of innocence;

Although one of experience.

A foreign beauty,

Unexpectedly motivational.