Wrong Person!

by Fay   May 11, 2009


As I slowly walk my way along.
I catch him starring at me with a smile.
I put on my ear-phones and listen to the song.
He is now closer to me less than a mile.

I knew he would want to talk,
I just pretended not to notice that he was there.
I just didn't want to be someone to stalk.
No matter what I did, he seemed kind of rare.

Why do I always meet the wrong one?
Why couldn't he be the one I'm searching for?
In his deep green eyes there was a stun!
3 down and how many more?

He spoke the very first word,
I hesitated and barely said anything.
His voice was familiar as if it were something I've
already heard.
One thing was for sure, he wasn't the one with a ring.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Dorothy

    Thats ok it could be better but it is easy to relate to for sure