Dameon Johnson


Passerby

It was a hot summer day, a Sunday in July
She passed by aimlessly, and looked right into my eyes
Burnt a hole in my soul, and left me there in despair 
Finally the courage to approach
But I can't find her nowhere 
I've seen many, but locked eyes with few
I've seen many as beautiful
None never so enchanting, as you
Racing thoughts, will I ever again get the chance

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