Biting his lips, he combats himself
"Should I or shouldn't I?" runs again and again
His hand hovers, his eyes stare
Still, he can't bring himself to words, to action
Her attention would be his bliss or his hell
Plagued with every "what if" he can dream of

She keeps turning to see no one
She keeps feeling nothing
But she knows there is someone there
Anxiety is her constant companion
Anticipation is her constant muse
She can feel him there but still nothing

Wars are in both of them
Stirring emotions, turbulent thoughts
Both of their stomachs turn
Damned desire, innocent stalking
Him, what will happen?
Her, when will it happen?

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Who are you?! How did you get in here?!
Well, I'm a locksmith and...I'm a locksmith.

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yeeeeaaaaaa i'm biased because i hate poetry so it's lame.

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Quote: from dont notice me at 10:40 am on Oct. 13, 2008

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yeeeeaaaaaa i'm biased because i hate poetry so it's lame.

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Then why would you bother with this topic?

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poooinnntttssssssssss

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Go on to the moon with your...sharp ass