It'll never happen

It'll never happen.

Not a chance in hell.

But why am i still walking towards her?

Why have i just caught her eye and attempted a cheeky smile?

And why is she smiling back?

Oh my god, maybe...

Why are her eyes widening,

and why is her smile sliding down into a frown?

It's because i'm still smiling my fixed smile at her,

like some sort of freaky puppet.

Stop smiling for the love of god!

Right, good, neutral face,

but the damage has been done,

as she now looks at me with eyes of fear.

Just keep on walking past her,

keep on keeping-on.

It'll never happen.

The End

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