Seeing him again...
I can hardly breathe, wish he would pass by and look at me.
Why is my luck so terrible? I did not imagine I would see him in pink plaid.
He did not see me but I felt as though he was looking for me.
He strut through the aisles, where he did not belong.
It looked as though he was searching for someone, could it have been me who he was strutting for?
Or was he just doing a job and not thought of anyone at all.
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The gIrL bEhInD the MaSk
PoetrySome days are dark. Some are bright. Enjoy a collection of thoughts I tend to hide.
