Girlfriend. 9. You walk along your road..., by Karina McCorkle You walk along your road, /
I do not touch your hand. /
But the despair in me — it’s too eternal, /
That you were to me — a stranger.
The heart...
You pass me by as you stroll..., by Ilya Shambat You pass me by as you stroll, /
I don't touch your hand at all. /
But my angst is eternal yet, /
That you be the first I met.
Heart said "Darli...