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Through the binoculars
My eyes peer
Though not in the direction of the sky,
But at the figure across the roof
Meditating
Her back to me,
She repeats the same three words
Over
And over
And over.
I don't have a chance with her.
Most chicks dig the ears
She doesn't give a shit
My best chance
Is an old saying
Opposites attract
Don't ask me how I know it,
I just do.
Maybe this time the saying is true.
I could test it out,
Walk over and hug her.
But... Then again,
That might end up
Destroying the whole tower.
For now I will continue
My unnoticed watching
And whenever questioned on what I am doing
My reply will be,
Watching the birds.