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I tripped over your ill angled shoe.. Face planting the floor.. scuff marked pride, as I got up stupid woman, I uttered this under my breath... I tripped over your ill angled shoe.. coffee in hand, a master of balance.. Not one droplet spilt, but I saw you awkwardly gaze at me, and I smiled. The next few days, I took another path. missing your haphazard            feet entrapping my gaze.. I pondered the view, the reason for my needing to                                           stumble... Walking past where you sat,                       now vacant. I was glum at the thought of you not fumbling my stance. Collecting myself on days past, I walked a new path to my office. I tripped over your ill angled shoe.. Face planting the floor.. scuff marked pride. Getting up I asked you a question.. *"I've fallen for you so many times                I think I'm in love,* You can only fall so many times before you realise that its love. I showed the marks that I'd fallen for you,                   more than most would.
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Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC
I Fell Over You
I tripped over your ill angled shoe.. Face planting the floor.. scuff marked pride, as I got up stupid woman, I uttered this under my breath... I tripped over your ill angled shoe.. coffee in hand, a master of balance.. Not one droplet spilt, but I saw you awkwardly gaze at me, and I smiled. The next few days, I took another path. missing your haphazard            feet entrapping my gaze.. I pondered the view, the reason for my needing to                                           stumble... Walking past where you sat,                       now vacant. I was glum at the thought of you not fumbling my stance. Collecting myself on days past, I walked a new path to my office. I tripped over your ill angled shoe.. Face planting the floor.. scuff marked pride. Getting up I asked you a question.. *"I've fallen for you so many times                I think I'm in love,* You can only fall so many times before you realise that its love. I showed the marks that I'd fallen for you,                   more than most would.
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Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC
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