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Hey Mr. Passer-by,
You look like you're lost,
Maybe I could point you
To the center of my heart?
I wish I could tell you something—
And by could I meant that
If only my mouth would speak
So as to get your attention.
I wish I was brave enough to say "hi"—
If only the butterflies
Would fly away from
Inside my stomach.
Mr. Passer-by,
So many things
I want to tell you
But such little time.
You walk past by me,
And I could do nothing.
I guess you'll be Mr. Passer-by
Who's just passing by.
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YOU ARE READING
Poem Addiction
Poetry"A poet's greatest strength is his words; his greatest weakness is his emotions; his greatest addiction is his paper that is the world he lives in." -Eskay Kitz-
