I was sitting across the room,
My face you cannot see.
My brown eyes stare at you.
Yet there is no guarantee,
That you can see me, too.
I'm invisible to you and the rest
My only hope and dream
Is that I will matter one day.
Yet I will have to wait,
Wait for you to see
All the good things I hold
And all that I matter
Just for you to fall
Fall head over heels in love for
meBut when that happens
I'll be gone, gone with the wind.
And you'll be wondering why you
couldn't see what you see now,
then.
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You Think You Know
PoetryLove, Loss, Death, Cuts, Friends, Enemies. You think you know. You don't.