Messing

​Walking alone along the hall

my head up high and ears open

taking in dead breathes hoping to breath you in 

Like the wind that blows, you get past me too and fail to notice. 

Then I tell myself, tomorrow’s another day

Maybe you’ll see me then

Maybe 

Yeah. Go about making excuses for you

But the truth is NO! You won’t see me

You have never and will never set you eyes on me

hardTruths..

     Photo courtesy:  wandering

 

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