Maybe I've walked right past
My Mrs. Right
While she stared
At me
And thought,
"He looks kinda cute."
While I stared straight ahead
And thought,
"I hate when people stare at me."
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hopeless breather
Poetrya collection of substandard poetry written by a substandard poet which delves into the depths of the poet's beliefs, experiences and hopes in order to help the poet understand himself those depths and their significance. Also the photos used are the...
Mrs. Right
Maybe I've walked right past
My Mrs. Right
While she stared
At me
And thought,
"He looks kinda cute."
While I stared straight ahead
And thought,
"I hate when people stare at me."
