When you walk away,
I count the steps that you take.
Wishing you'd turn to look at me.
But you never do.
When you smile at me,
I wonder what you'd say,
If you knew that out of million things to think about,
I'd always be thinking only of you.
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Poetry"Maybe the purpose of life, Isn't a definite aim, But, to stumble upon a place, That numbs your pain" ✒Copyrights © 2017 to @LittleMissSunshinine of Wattpad. ✒*Highest rank - 10 in poetry on 6/6/17. * First Place Winner of...
