The games I play.

The games I play.

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

I see you.

down the hall.

my butterflies flutter

I look away post haste

 

Try to not.

 

But I knew it.

Baby I knew you were staring.

I don't look up.

 

Your eyes electrify me

as you look me over

I feel you wonder

"Does she not see me?"

 

Baby I see you.

 Isn't it written all over my face?

 

I need to play this game with you.

I don't look up.

And you walk away.

 

© 2008 Sarah McKeever Hitt


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Sarah McKeever Hitt
Sarah McKeever Hitt

Chicago, IL



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