Friday, October 22, 2010

That girl

I'm the girl who passes by you
or sits beside you at the bar
I'm the girl in jeans and sneakers,
with tattoos on her arm.
I look at you with longing
thoughts you'd never know
from what do you taste like
to what toy will fit you best
I wonder if you notice
the way I look at you
or do you look right past me
dismissing me as dull
for I'm the girl right next to you
the one you'll never really know


  1. the problem is that I ma the guy you don't sit next to at the bar. I would notice the way you looked at me if you did look at me.


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