He said I think your pretty, that was the nicest thing he’s ever said to meNot sure if he meant it, but the thought that I could bePretty, such a word to leave his mouthA man of few words so he’s sincere in what he speaks aboutHe’s all that I want and a whole lot moreBut he’s so focused on making which makes me want him moreOur grinds look alike in any lightHe’s perfect at least for me...I wonder if he sees me smile as he passes my cubicalI wonder if he thinks about me when the elevator door closeI wonder if he even notices the girl that brings the office donuts and coffeeI wonder if he notices...
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