Tuesday, October 13, 2015

I heard you

I heard your motorcycle go past on the other street then heard you ride down your street and park in the driveway of the house where you live.  I thought about you and how beautiful you are.  How I wish you loved me.

It isn't worth it, is it, being sensitive to the presence of another person who hates me?

Some things just aren't meant to be.  There will never be a you for me.

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