She looks at your window first.
There are no distractions.
The others are not around this time.
Only she is.
She sees some like you.
For a second, she thinks you are there,
And she feels her heart leap with anticipation.
But then, she looks again.
And she realises she's wrong.
You never showed.
Aching, she is on the inside.
There are no distractions.
The others are not around this time.
Only she is.
She sees some like you.
For a second, she thinks you are there,
And she feels her heart leap with anticipation.
But then, she looks again.
And she realises she's wrong.
You never showed.
Aching, she is on the inside.
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