Sympathy // h.s

He was a light trapped in the dark.

With his long brown hair

and bright green eyes.

A cigarette in his right hand,

and a drink in the other.

He approached me at that party,

I had seen him before,

but he never approached me, he never even glanced,

determination was strong in his eyes,

he approached me that night,

and never walked away.

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