lady-killerA Poem by melancholy
he notices me my presence-my essence-my breathing my statue stands aloud of the silent picture, but only when he's looking I've noticed him his soul-breathtaking he sees my hands a small art his hands are bigger than mine but gentle strongly inviting he hears me speak sad-love his voice instills in my mind repeating-repeating I am deafened in his eyes his lips move my silence amplifying the pain in my chest he smile's with his head down low lost in his own world smiling
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