Face

Constantly thinking about how did our paths cross,
but only I was looking at you
with your jet black hair facing across my view
which should have been your face
looking at me,
looking at you
Constantly thinking about being in the same room with you,
but only I was looking at you
with your tall slender figure facing across my view
which should have been your face
looking at me,
looking at you
Constantly thinking about the possibilities of your face
finally looking at me
looking at you,
and hear you for the first time saying
You like me, too.

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