Simple Regret

September 10, 2011
By abby.hope SILVER, Henderson, North Carolina
abby.hope SILVER, Henderson, North Carolina
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i noticed you;
noticed you sitting there nonchalantly strumming your guitar.
Your eyes were closed,
feeling every note
ring deep inside of you.
You were moving your head,
swaying back and forth,
your slightly-too-long hair
sweeping over your face in the gentlest way.
i bet you would've been perfect,
the most perfect boy I'd ever meet,
but I,
in my hastiness,
hadn't the time to ask your name.

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