We met when you opened a door into me,
Hitting me square.
Because you didn't notice me,
You didn't see me there.
Then we got to know each other,
We got to see each others minds.
We talked of ideas and meanings,
Losing track of time.
But after our night alone,
The hours flew by then.
It was Christmas and a new day,
And I was invisible, again.
3 comments:
I hate being invisible xx
dreaming is believing
i don't want to be invisible. but i do. but i don't. but sometimes it is just so much easier x
oh this was beautiful. I feel this all the time.
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