By Melanie
Date: 7 November 1999

Wax

it happens the same every time
I never think I'm looking
in fact, I usually just turn around
and run into a brick wall
it's called tunnel vision, I guess

not really my type anyway
my eyes rested only momentarily
before finding a more sensible target

and yet
here I am confused once again
because my shallow emotions 
can't describe what my heart
screams at me internally

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