by Rana Lotfy
Published on: Jan 16, 2005
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Type: Poetry

"There he is," passing by,
My heart skips a beat, I sigh,
I ask myself would he ever look my way,
"Oh, there he goes," maybe not today.
Maybe tomorrow he will,
If I manage to stand still,
But when I look in the mirror I see,
Why he'd never look at me.
Could I ever compete with the girls he talks to?
Would I be able to make his dreams come true?
I push those thoughts away so I don't feel blue,
And start thinking of better things to do.
It’s a sunny day as I sing along the way,
I see him coming in the opposite direction,
He comes closer and closer,
He turns his head and looks
Right through me!


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