Disclaimer: the only things I own are my secrets. These books are not my secrets, so therefore, they are not mine…

(a/n)Sometimes my mind randomly gets an inspiration, and if I don't write it, or draw it, or whatever, right away, I forget about the thrilling idea. This usually happens during class or when I'm supposed to be doing my homework. I read these books a few years ago… for some reason I still remember the characters and the plot…. But I'll shut up now, before my rambling gets longer than my super cheezy poem. 

I LOOK AWAY

I look to that side of her face

Innocent, yet full of grace

All alone on this barren wasteland

She shifts in her sleep and…

I look away

There is nothing left for me to say

Why do I still stare?

"How long were you there?"

"Jobs, is that you?"

I don't wonder how she knew…

Although her face had burned

my back wasn't turned

I look away

There's so much more for me to say

Why do we still stare?

I guess this feeling isn't to rare…

She slips her hand into mine,

She's not perfect, but she's fine.

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