Reflection

January 17, 2014

She stares at me,

Never taking a glance,

Who does she see,

Should I give her a chance?

I have so many fears,

She seems carefree,

Without the stress of the past few years,

Would she even like me?

I start to think,

That could be me,

I need to find the missing link,

I need to be free.

I walk away,

Breathing in the fresh air,

Knowing she will stay,

And will always be there.

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