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Mar 2010
As I’m coming,
You are running.
I pass by you going to class everyday
If I’m here
You are there
You Look every
But will you every see me standing there
If I walk
You engage yourself in other talk
Yes plain old me nothing new
I know I’m am not a shiny shoe
I wish for a moment you would hold my hand
And we would just let that moment stand and stand

Although I am plain
I’m interesting too
I am like a rainbow inside
If you meet me that you could not hide
You and your gelled hair
Can make anyone stare
Doing stuff just for your friends
Well there nothing depends
On how stupid you are its true
I don’t know why I love you
You don’t let your true colors shine bright through.
i wrote this one like a year ago. it was another one of my first poems. i post them because i like to see how far i've come and jsut look back on them .

Copyright Claire Siderman 2010
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