By Riverfalls
Date: 24 September 2000
The Man
My day isn’t over until I get a glimpse of the man
The man who I wish was mine.
Sometimes my days don’t end,
Because of the man, and his ways of disappearing.
Imagination running wild, could it be in his eyes?
Are they telling me.
Are they showing me.
Click click, my brain sounds like a computer working overtime.
The man is smiling, directed not at me.
Showing off his intense beauty,
The man knows not I,
But another.
His lips aren’t for me,
They’ve never found me.
It’s her, that woman over there.
That’s the one who gets to watch him all the time.
The one who doesn’t know how to share.
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