Every morning I walk outside,
out onto the patio, I see him.
He doesn't even know I'm there.
It's the same each day.
He see's me, he must,
yet he looks straight past me.
Everyday I go outside and sit,
I gaze at those eye's, they're so blue.
But he doesn't know I'm there.
I'm the invisible girl next door.
Author notes
a free verse attempt lol
A contest entry
- Picture Inspired, 15 lines or less Freeverse by mysticstorm.
475 points, ended April 16, 2007, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Nicely done! I believe we have all felt that way from time to time, invisible. Very nice flow and meaning. Well written.
Thank you for entering! -
The boy next door, and the invisible girl next door. I really like how you did that w/the title and the last line. just looking at those kind of sums up everything inbetween.
Rianna
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Well done
I like your entry in this contest. I had a look at the pic, thought about it and thought hmmmmm
and decided to leave it to the experts 
Best of luck in the contest. 
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