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I Saw Her on the Metro I saw her on the Metro today, oh if I might, oh if I may. Her beauty resonated like it had years ago, blue eyes shining blonde locks in constant flow. She walked into another car, adjacent to mine once again I was too shy, was I ok, was I fine? Maybe her feelings were gone despite mine still maybe I’m a hopeless romantic, waiting for a causeless thrill. I saw her there, oh it’s been years the times we had, but now you’re oh so near. What’s holding me back, what is my barrier, there is nothing more I want than to kiss and carry her. I saw her on a train this morn, her beauty ever-present, intact from the day she was born. Yet complete she wasn’t, she isn’t, that holds me away yes that’s it, it’s not me, but what could I say, to change her thoughts, to change her mind, oh me I can’t, how can I have her find? Years have passed since our first encounter, she comes back though, random I meet her. Why oh why does she come back oh God? Is this torture? Or do you have a plan, a message to love her? And so I sit here in my car adjacent to hers, and think of the beauty near me, of the times we had, the dance we shared, and I wonder, I just wonder, what might have been... |
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