I looked right at you.
You walked right by me.
This isn't how it's supposed
to be and I want things back
to the way they were.
But you won't listen to me;
you're keen on forgetting me.
How dare you forget me
while you linger at the
back of my mind every day.
I wonder if these images
in my mind are real
memories or just dreams,
because I don't think you
remember anything about
us and I'd hate to go crazy
at such a time; my heart
just broke, because
I looked right at you.
You waked right by me.
-Dragonette
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pride
PoetryAnd when she stood, she stood tall. She'll make a fool of you all. -u.k. (Non-Fiction: #28 Poetry: #74)
