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Look at me

It's not my party so you don't have to look my way.
I'm not screaming your name, I'm not asking for your time. You didn't have to turn to look at me.
You didn't need to stop and stare.
I don't remeber asking you to talk to me.
Your attention wasn't requested, but it was certainly appreciated.




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bluemagnet22 said...
Aug. 5, 2010 at 12:36 pm:
I think I understand, she wasn't looking or asking for attention but deep down inside she longed for it and the fact that he came over to speak meant the world...that's what I got from it! Amazing piece of work! Check out mine sometime, please
 
bluemagnet22 replied...
Aug. 5, 2010 at 12:38 pm :
lol I just realized you have checked out my work :p but i do have some new stuff if you're interested
 
justbe-3 replied...
Aug. 6, 2010 at 8:17 am :
Yes, that's esactly the point of this poem. Thanks :)
 
justbe-3 replied...
Aug. 6, 2010 at 8:17 am :
ooops, typo ! i meant to say exactly! :)
 
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