How many times have I looked at you?
How many times have I looked at men
that aren't you?
How many men have I looked at,
hoping they'll be you?
How many?
How many times have I passed you?
Or spoken to you?
And have I even touched you?
Perhaps not your skin,
But I hope the idea of me has touched your
thoughts,
Your heart,
Twelve thousand times,
As the idea of you has touched mine.
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Musings
Poetry...slow poetry with no rhyme or reason... Cover art by poeticamenteflor (on Instagram and Tumblr)
