Wednesday, March 24, 2010

day 245: Forgot

If you look close enough

Everyone becomes a stranger

And in airport terminals

The pretty faces are the most foreign

We chase them like street lights

They’re the only things that make us stop like traffic

We watch the faces leave

And take the last bit of excitement with them

Somedays, I pretend to be one of those pretty faces

Strut talent like outward appearances

My beauty is deceiving

Your attraction

Obstacle illusion

You wont feel this way in the morning

We will just be strange faces held to memory

The next time I see you

I’ll ask you why you look so familiar

You’ll think it’s a pickup line

But really

I just forgot

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