He stood there under the tree smiling as he talked on the phone. Wearing his coat and boots as the wind blew by. He ran his fingers through his hair.
Maybe he'll notice me someday.

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Notice Me Liam [On Hold]
Short StoryA/N I know it isn't much of a story and it's not poetry. At least it's quick and I update often for this.
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He stood there under the tree smiling as he talked on the phone. Wearing his coat and boots as the wind blew by. He ran his fingers through his hair.
Maybe he'll notice me someday.