Monday, January 27, 2014

The Invisible Girl

We met when you opened a door into me,
Hitting me square.
Because you didn't notice me,
You didn't see me there.
Then we got to know each other,
We got to see each others minds.
We talked of ideas and meanings,
Losing track of time.
But after our night alone,
The hours flew by then.
It was Christmas and a new day,
And I was invisible, again.


Niki said...

I hate being invisible xx

dreaming is believing

helen said...

i don't want to be invisible. but i do. but i don't. but sometimes it is just so much easier x

Elise said...

oh this was beautiful. I feel this all the time.