I look at you,
you look at me.
I had a feeling
it was meant to be.
You walk my way
you make me blush.
Could this be lust?
You come closer
and walk right past.
You were looking
at the girl of my past.
The girl who
dreams of lust,
the girl of which
loving herself
wasn't a must.
I look behind me
as you leave
with the girl of mystery.
©Amanda Catherine
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