A dimple emerges in my right cheek
as I smirk to myself
Looking out the window
pretending that I just remembered something funny
Why do we play these games?
I see you and you see me
our eyes dancing the familiar dance of strangers
I only look at you to see if you were looking at me
flattery with darting eyes
see you again tomorrow
Her eyes were hazel I think. Back to writing more often and I guess that means that I'm writing about my usual topics again. Yesterday, I wrote about her and today, I'm writing about games I play on the bus. Bus games, fun stuff. Peace out.
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