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We're getting close I would like more but I doubt he will He talks about her all the time He doesn’t seem to notice me Doesn’t seem to notice the pained expression How I don’t smile Don’t make eye contact Don’t speak The smile he gets when he mentions her Talks about her, thinks about her All the small reactions no one seems to notice All the small things she doesn’t notice The way his lips curl and eyes shine The way he swipes his hair His smirk, his pout, his lips She doesn’t notice Doesn’t seem to care ...I care but he loves her…
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
Wasted Opportunity
We're getting close I would like more but I doubt he will He talks about her all the time He doesn’t seem to notice me Doesn’t seem to notice the pained expression How I don’t smile Don’t make eye contact Don’t speak The smile he gets when he mentions her Talks about her, thinks about her All the small reactions no one seems to notice All the small things she doesn’t notice The way his lips curl and eyes shine The way he swipes his hair His smirk, his pout, his lips She doesn’t notice Doesn’t seem to care ...I care but he loves her…
paloma
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
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