Stranger, I don't know you,
But I know your curly hair.
Stranger, I don't know you,
But I know your quiet stare.
I know your subtle smirk
And your freckles
And your eyes
And the way slouch to hide your height
And the way you walk in long, smooth strides.
Stranger, I don't know you,
But I know your curly hair.
Stranger, I don't know you,
But it seems I'm half way there.

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Sad Indie Girl
PoetrySad Indie Girl is a collection of poems, playlists, short stories, and other little things I write for fun. Enjoy!