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Sep 2014
I like him a lot, but does not see me.
he only sees the person whose shadow,
I am engrossed in. I don't mindΒ he can not see.
I am like the pigeons in Central Park
common and ordinary. But
I may not know who, someone is there.
He is there, He can see me, He is the one
who watches me fly, the one who is
kind enough to leave bread crumbs. Who is patient enough to wait and watch.
I may lust after him, but I was the one who was blind to Him.
I wrote this poem, after I got over this guy I liked. He liked my friend, and doesn't even speak to me. but I soon realized that he wont ever like me, so I got over him, and I am waiting for the right one.
Danielle
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Danielle  Texas
(Texas)   
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   Zulaikha Zubir
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