The Closet
Beauty in disguise
Sitting so close, she's shy
I want to talk to her
But I'm shy as well
Her eyes look scared,
but also captivating.
Always changing color,
moss, sand or hazel brown
Can she like me?
Is that even a possibility?
Hope swells inside of me...
It's dangerous
Because I know that
This shy, beautiful and captivating
girl will never see me.
The same way i see her
And this hope that I have
Will eventually crush me
and push me further into
The closet
Copyright © Tatiana Dejesus | Year Posted 2012
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