I do not know you, but I feel you are a very dear friend of mine...
I'm certain
In some time I have turned to address you.
Even shared my intimate thoughts...
But in this reality you are just a teenage girl wearing a black toque and a flowing coat
Stood silent and alone, waiting for the train.
Our worlds may never even intersect beyond this moment...
May never share any consequent interest past this single interaction
But I'd like to believe in the future if our paths were to cross again that you would see me...
And when you did, you would simply know that we were once friends
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
I do not know you, but I feel you are a very dear friend of mine...
I'm certain
In some time I have turned to address you.
Even shared my intimate thoughts...
But in this reality you are just a teenage girl wearing a black toque and a flowing coat
Stood silent and alone, waiting for the train.
Our worlds may never even intersect beyond this moment...
May never share any consequent interest past this single interaction
But I'd like to believe in the future if our paths were to cross again that you would see me...
And when you did, you would simply know that we were once friends
.
I saw a girl at the train today... Much younger then myself. We didn't talk or anything but when I held the door for her I saw something in her eyes that was really strangely familiar...
Like someone you'd spent your whole life around.. Except I'm meeting them for the very first time...
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