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there's to much that
i don't know about this girl.
i conclude.
i can't talk to her.
yet.
will i ever?
she stopped sitting in the front.
now she's in up the back.
no one catches one glance at her.
they have to crane their heads
all the way back.
which they're to scared to do.
except for me.
because i moved with her.
i don't think she notices me, very much.
but today, i saw her eyes move in
my direction, more than one time.
though the second we met contact
she turned away.
what is she hiding? i wonder.
if there's something inside this girl
that no one knows,
i wouldn't be that surprised.
YOU ARE READING
b and w
Poetryall the stars they shined so bright, but you and me? we were black and white.
