Awkward
Awkward.
He walks over,
Guess he wants to talk.
Great, he isn’t going to leave now.
It’s not that I don’t care to talk to him,
I do enjoy his company.
My mind is somewhere else,
Can’t think of anything to say!
Awkward.
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2011
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