'Girl in the Chair'
She sits there sipping on her water,
her mind in another place,
she has no idea,
that I'm staring at her face.
She sits in her chair,
without a care.
Ashley, do you know why I do this?
Simple bliss.
Her smile could melt the ice caps,
and my cold heart.
She doesn't realize she really is smart.
A friend I could never of had,
if I hadn't been so ever sad...
-Dying Romantic 11: 56 PM July 20th
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