I saw a silhouette behind a door
I wonder who's that I thought
The lady stepped back
And she came into full view
The lady in black
With alabaster skin
Was the one I cared for
Up to a week ago
She turned her head a little
I guess it was enough to see
That the one looking at her was me
The lift came and I vanished
Didn't wait for her to think of sharing
Would not have been a comfortable ride
Proximity being too close
In a metre square space
With the one who I can't take off my mind
My heart is full of sorrow
That cannot be expressed or measured
I cannot look at her and smile
Not after she tread on my heart
Even if she didn't mean to
She did.
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