Who is that?
There’s some glass wall between us
I reach out to touch her,
But her fingertips are only barely kept away
By the cold glass wall
She has light brown hair
And a neat green color on her irises
She’s a little book smart
But lacks some common sense
She’s easily confused
She thinks about things too much
And she’s frowning almost all the time
Why can’t I get past this thin little glass wall?
I want to talk to her
And get to know more about this stranger—
A little more about myself
 exodus_cookie · Tue May 15, 2007 @ 09:16pm · 2 Comments |
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