Your hands touch,
But they don't feel.
Your lips curve,
But they do not beckon
Your voice cuts above others
But does not reach out
To me.
How can you
Intrigue me but
Turn me away.
You are not aware
Of this power
You posses.
But please stop
Using it against me.
Let me
Fall for you.
Your eyes
Look but they don't see.
At least,
Not me.
(found in an empty seat in one of the English rooms)
YOU ARE READING
Faded
Ficção AdolescenteBecause in the end, we are all irrelevant. Especially me. {A series of notes and letters written by a girl called Chloe McMullen, found in places you would least expect}
