a Love poem...for people with dissabilities...nd others

[Pinnochio]

Every day I wake up and I ask myself "will this be a good day?"
Will I be able to laugh?
Will I be able to smile?
Will this be the day I see her smile?
And will I fall in love?
And it never happens
And when I go to bed I ask myself
"Will tomorrow be better?"

 

[Pinnochio]

This is more of a short storry than a poem...

As he entered the darkened dance hall, his ears where filled with a pounding noise that many call music. He looked around and let his eyes adjust to the darkened hall. Off in the corner, sitting alone and looking nervous, was a woman of 23 or so. She had shoulder length curly redish-brown hair and blue eyes. She was not wearing any mak-up or was not even dressed fancy for that matter, but still he was drawn to her.Their eyes soon met, and he quickly closed his jaw as he was starring in aw. She did not wave, or even stand, she just smilled at him and he smiled back. To both of there was no music, no others in the room, just the. And they fell in love in that moment, smiling at each other...