It was November that year
I was wearing my favorite shirt
And you were wearing my favorite smile
I looked across the arena
and the emptiness was familiar
I was ignoring you
for the thousandth time
and for the hundredth time that day
I still couldn't look at you
So I tried to distance myself
I tried to distract myself
I was unfamiliar with the dos and don'ts
But you were a hurricane
and you made sure that you left a wreck
You took my hand
and led me across the seats to the opposite side of the arena
And you showed me where we stood
It was a long way from where we were
Yet I was still distracted by your touch
How casual it was for you to hold my hand
And I became another casualty in your way
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
