October 2011
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A single look is good enough for me.
Please don’t catch my eye. I want to turn away from you. No, look at me. I want to get to know you. I think you might be all that I wanted. We dance around the words, not saying what we mean, But letting the gaps in silence do the talking. When will we learn that fighting our feelings won’t make them go away? Nothing makes me happier and sadder than you. And at the end of the day, What’re left...