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AT, Not My AT
AT, Not My AT
1
Your voice is like a roaring thunder
So strong yet I long for more
Dangerous still in tone
No one could hunt me as I hide behind the stone.
2
You are unreachable, though you’re only five feet apart.
In Mondays I learned to look in your eyes without you noticing my glance
I had to keep my breath unknown during Tuesdays so you won’t remember how I gasp
But my heart betrays me every Wednesday, as I could not stop my forceful self in admiring you
from afar
Unfazed with your dumpster dispositions
Your leadership, roles, and communication
I take each leap as stepping stone
Though your old friend, I can’t stop but to share my unhinged feelings towards you
Afraid of telling what I feel.
Afraid of crossing the concrete hill.
3
As you talk, I instantly shift to look in your eyes
Attention is fully given
You, my darling, is my only braden.