You believe you look so good
as any normal person should
yet you seem to, oh so care
when I linger upon my stare
are you still so very proud?
that you stand out from the crowd
to be in every eyes sights
upon this apparent fateful night
could it be your hat?
or the slipping of that strap?
a bead of sweat and bated breath
the significant heaving of your chest
oh what a woe
that she must go.
She could have been the woman of my dreams, instead feelings of insecurities tore her from my gaze, damn the process that goes through your head, when a seed of doubt is planted.
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