Inticed by Mystery

Hiding behind strands of brown curls, you captivate me.

I can't help but glance at you as you pass by.

You carry no interest in those that surround you.

You treat them as if they're obstacles...

and they don't notice you.

....but I do.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this right after the bell rang for math class in about.. i'd say 11th grade. And, I was watching him go down the hall, and started reciting it in my head..

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