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sunriseonthehorizon

Published: Apr 30, 2012

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I see you notice me when I walk down these halls.

What? What is it?
Too scared?

Everyone is.

That's just who we are at this age,
I see you walking towards me and thoughts blur together.

Colors on the walls become one,
the voices all around me don't matter.

I want to hear your voice,
want your touch,
your kiss.

I want you to reach for my hand,
whisper something just for me.

Is that what you want?

It's too late,
you're gone.

Walking up the stairway behind me,
talking to a friend.

So I guess I missed my chance.

At least,
until tomorrow.

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well this is my back to dA poetry piece,
wow it's been a while. This feels good, some editing will come after this and more pieces after that.

Time: eh, about 10 minutes. Give or take.

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