When I walk through,
Head down and,
Eyes up,
I somehow turn away,
Even when I see his,
Beautiful soul walk past.
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Wilted
PoetryShe couldn't see him, But she was all he could see. Raw Poetry, by: Mae Ethlyn
Her
When I walk through,
Head down and,
Eyes up,
I somehow turn away,
Even when I see his,
Beautiful soul walk past.
