Monday, 12 April 2010

Run away with innocence, leave me with my sins


Maybe before we met, I passed you in a crowd somewhere. Maybe I wasn’t paying attention and I missed your brilliance. Maybe you passed me, unaware of my presence, not knowing what we would become.
Maybe we will meet again someday, in a crowd. Maybe we will not recognise each other, for we both have changed.
So now I search crowds wherever I go.
This time I will make sure to notice you.

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