sitting by the glass door looking out
see you walking in and i pout
you didnt see me but its okay
and i think, you always dont anyway

jump to my feet close the door behind
"you want a drink?" and i decline
i brisked walk past everyone
dont like it, though it happens everytime

when i stand right there
you see through me
like i'm just thin air
walk into me
but you stepped into my heart,
unknowingly.
you could have walked right through
why leave that mark on me?










okay, this is so not blahhhh.
ahhhhhh.
ciao.