I always wonder if there's someone out there
who writes for me.
Someone who saw me in the crowd,
And maybe my smile became something they can't unsee.
I always wonder if i am someone's poem,
As in their beautiful glory.
If they saw me in the midst of the crowd
And i became their "sweet memory".
I always wonder if I am someone's poetry,
If I am "that girl" they mention to their friends
If I am the female lead in all their stories.
-Gamophobic her
