Your head hangs low as you walk, looking at the ground.
You look up once because you know I'm waiting for you to come around.
Then just like that we were friends.
We were oblivious to how our story may end.
We exchanged smiles and tired greetings.
I didn't know that I was liking you more in these meetings.
I distorted the meanings.
You may not feel the same but that's okay.
Just promise me you'll stay.
©dawn521
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