He Looked Like He Was Barely Hanging On

when she walks in,

she sees a man

seemingly despairing

and he appears to be drowning

but all she does is stare

because she cannot comprehend why

she could possibly feel a connection with him,

this cold, lonely man

with his pale blond hair

and his washed-out eyes

and fragile skin

and his nails are ebony

and he's dressed nicely,

in a suit and a dressy white shirt

his tie is green (like that of a drained lime)

with white stripes and he stares at her

and she feels shy, all of a sudden,

with her eyes that cannot compare to his gray ones

that she could sink into

and explore forever

and so she leaves.

for the sun cannot form an attachment,

the chosen one will only burn.

The End

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