One Way Street: A Poem
I saw you standing tall
Let's just say I was in awe
You were attractive to say the most
A tongue-tied, rose-faced girl
I couldn't process you
In fact, I still don't know who you really are
Just a jumbled collection of my feelings?
I forget you're only human
We're merely friends, if that
I musn't pin my hopes on you
They'd never survive
When they've already been crippled by lesser men
But yet we are the same, only slightly varied
We speak a different language but with the same inflection
I wish you moved, but you only saunter away from me
At least I don't feel alone when my mind makes you its focal point
Someday you'll find someone else and then I can move on.
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