I watched you in your tragic beauty walk beneath my window. Eyes aimed high, but unfocused...sure, you never noticed me. You always wore the same dress; always bore the same expression:
"It's a loveless world so what's the point of looking?
"It's a loveless world so what's the point of looking?
Let it be..."
I considered throwing roses--thought I'd maybe wave a flag. Had to try and force some small connection-- but, there's a snag. It's my confession that I watch you in my tragic isolation. In my fear...that's the way it's been for years. That's the way it will always be...always be...always be?
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