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This one is for you. To the dude who has no clue of the existence of me.
I see you from a distance; I pause for a second getting all self-conscious just because of your existence. Stealing glances of you, every time I get a chance, because I have no idea when and where is your next appearance.
And while I stare at that back of yours, I haven’t realized that you, I have unconsciously memorized, the built of your back, your fuzzy curly hair your milky white skin, that made you look like an heir And with your skinny but tall body, you looked like Moose from that dancing-themed movie, where in the end they never lose. And hey, don’t you worry I don’t stalk you on “fb” I’m just happy seeing you, and that, for me, is enough already.
But now we’re about to part, and I’d be lying of I say I don’t want you in my life to stay So I’ll just keep this stolen moments that I believe, you have forgotten. Because this could be the last of us, that actually never happen.
And now I’ll end this amateur poem, with a waving goodbye, a bit of heartache but we’ll be alright. So for now it’s a goodbye and just like they say goodbyes are hellos that are just waiting to happen someday









