May 24, 2008
By Amber Raate, Fulton, NY

I see you daceing in the spotlight
You're not so hard to miss
I want to kiss you
On your nice soothing lips
You look scarce like
Soomething bad will happen
But then you look at me
Our eyes meet
But then I see
The guy behind me
It wasn't me you seeked
It was him
The guy I feared
That would've got in the way
And boy was I right
I look at you once again
And I see you no longer seem to see me
You now smile
In the presence of that guy
Who happened to not be me
Now I am scarce
And lonely
I look over at the end of the night
And see the kiss
He gave her
Good night

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