3 July 2012
You were there. Staring at me. Wishing you were here. Cause that's where I wanted you to be.
I was lost in those eyes. I forgot about now. It was nice. Till I got caught somehow.
No knock on the door. I wanted to look at you that's for sure.
But I cried and don't ask me what for. My pc is gone and I might not see you no more.
This is just a poem you see. And opps that's a tree!
Getting Caught • Opuss № I