Quiet girl in the corner Booth.

If I ever met someone like me, we would never meet.

I have failed to find what has been lost in your gaze, your silence screams rejection . What is it that you write in there? In your book, your treasured child. I've spent an eternity, romancing you through my dreams, I've spent the time you wouldn't take. I've inhaled your beauty, it's fragrance embedded in my soul. I am dammed, tormented. What is it that you write in there? Have you spilled too much of yourself , that there isn't any left for me?

 He sits across from me once again. I write, as he gazes out the Window. I can feel his loving energy. Lucky those who must know him. His soft gaze pierces my wall of anxiety, oh how I long for him. He writes in a journal, has black coffee everyday. He must have many interests, I, being not one of them. I often wonder, what it must be like to be in his arms, in his thoughts. His presence swims through my pages, you are woven into my dreams.

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[WinterLady]

i hope someone can relate to this .,