I've been watching you most every day, my sweet ignoring friend.
Sometimes you leave fast, sometimes you stay. That's not my fate to bend.
When you step past, don't notice me,
I try not to despair.
For you've unknowingly gifted me the pretty strands of your hair.
They fall sometimes, you do not mind, to me who lives below.
I'm working on a gift in kind, to repay that you helped me so.
Alas, I've finally saved enough to show myself, it's true.
Not a shadow in the shower drain, no, now I'm pretty like you.
I cannot wait to visit you, my sweet ignoring friend.
Perhaps you'll finally stay with me,
our bond will never end.
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Unprompted, short creepy verse
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What the Mind Produces
Short StoryA series of one-shots, shorts and short-stories inspired by prompts my friends and I exchange, or just random thoughts I have. Nothing particularly profound or even good, just my contribution to the multitude of words already floating around in the...
