In Love with the Boy in Flannel
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Last published Thu, Dec 15, 2016
Everyday I see him.
Walking past me, walking in front of me, but never beside me.
His presence calls out to me like some kind of drug pulling me in.
Intrigued was I. Intrigued about his personality, his life, and his dreams.
Oh how he played with my heart without even knowing he was handling the strings.
I watch as he passes by me, without even giving me a single glance and as he disappears into a hallway, I longingly gaze at the back of his red flannel wishing he would do the same to me.
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