Sometimes I catch myself looking at you.
Most of the time I stop.
Then when I dream you're there too.
Odd isn't it?
Why do we desire what we can't have?
Is it right to be jealous?
I'll just fake a smile and laugh.
Do you ever look at me?
Of course not, but it's nice to think that maybe you would.
Then again a dream is a dream.
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Clinomania
PoetryA collection of poems and essays. Thoughts and passages about life and the human things we all do in our lives. All of the indescribable feelings we all possess.
