sulking in her inability to ask how yr night is going
how beautiful is she
rhetorical question
where does her mind take her
questioning her faith
as well as her complexion
her sun spots push through
and she questions yr motives
not her strong point
periodical leaves
it's a perfect storm
yr networking
she takes it in.
throat clogged:
she fills her lungs.
IT'S NOT LIKE SHE DOESN'T KNOW HOW UNCOMFORTABLE HER PRESENCE IS.
or maybe you don't even notice.
