Dec 2014
I feel your eyes, trained on my back and lower.
Pretending not to notice, I keep a steady pace.
The click of my heels beat with the staccato of my heart.
Pretending not to notice, I keep a steady pace.
The click of my heels beat with the staccato of my heart.
I found this, unfinished... I don't feel like finishing it... but it started off well...
