every morning
she looks in the mirror
at her naked face
then in an hour
it's completely made up
and she smiles at her reflection
"maybe this time he'll notice me"
so every day
she goes out
in hope of seeing him again
loitering around the station
sitting at the cafe on the corner
pretending to wait for the next bus
but really she was waiting
for that special someone
hour after hour
day after day
always a complete waste of time
because she never
ever
even catches a glimpse of him
and he
he doesn't even know
she exists.
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breathe ⇒ poetry
Poetryalexithymia (ah-lek-sah-THI-mee-ah) - inability to describe emotions in a verbal manner. " the best poems are written in the early morning when all you can see is darkness and your eyes are filled with tears " [aesthetic poems, stories through p...
