Eyes to eyes, one heart began to race
One was young, one was tainted
For they lived in a different pace
In between, a gap was already painted.
Viewed by reality
They won't click
She prevents herself from making her own casualty
For the way he smiles, she already knew she's not his pick.
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Unspoken Arts
PoetryMy files of poems. Unspoken. Hidden. Words I (or even you) can't speak out. I'll just leave it here. Copyright 2018