Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2013
You walk with your hands in your pockets
and he stands next to you,
staring ahead,
oblivious to you,
to everything.

I walk a couple feet away from you,
with my eyes fixed on the profile of your face,
hoping you"ll turn and smile my way.

You don't.
You make me sad.
Angie Acuña
Written by
Angie Acuña  20/F/Texas
(20/F/Texas)   
462
   Ashly Aguilar and Timothy
Please log in to view and add comments on poems