"You are my Him
I steal glances of you
I hear your voice
I look at pictures and
Trace your eyes with mine
But she is your Her
My criminal glances are
Of your stolen looks
My heard syllables are
Not aimed at my ears
The pictures I see contain
A pretty face that is not mine
And when I trace your eyes
They are too busy
Outlining hers to notice."
~c.k.
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PoetryA collection of poems and stories for the broken, lost, afraid, recovery, heartbroken, depressed, and many more. *Trigger warning possibly for some of these*
