Hello,
The black jacket seemed to be leather. You didn't seem like the bad boy type yet I could tell that you wanted to have nothing to do with trouble. You put your hands into your pockets and keep your head down low. Yet again, another bad boy facade, you know you're presenting yourself as something you're not. I can saw past your little show though.
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YOU ARE READING
Hello, Goodbye
PoetryThese are notes to the ones I saw, but never spoke to. To the ones I lost and never found- to all the ones who need this. To all the ones who feel the same way as I do. This is for you, not me.
