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Random Poem:

The Subway (Part 1)

I saw her on the subway train.
I was to shy to say anything.
And like most times I see a beautiful women, I got butterflies.
Except this time it felt like I had more than I usually do.
She was at the front of the train.
So I tried to move toward her.
But something was holding me back; I just couldn’t do it.
The train came to a halt and I missed my chance.
I will probably never see her again.
I keep thinking what a idiot I am.
The next day I was coming home from work.
So I took the subway like always.
As usual the train was crowded.
So I stood next to the door and held on to the rail.
I rode on the train for about 15 minutes.
When the train came to another stop.
I got the butterflies again.
It wasn’t until after the train started up again.
That I noticed why I had them.
She was standing right beside me.
I was so nervous because I tried make small talk.
My heart was beating twice as hard as it usually does when I tried to say.
I told her.
She replied back.
“Do you ride the subway very often?’’ I asked.
“Yeah pretty often.” She told me.
I tried everything I could to keep the conversation going.
Some how it worked.
We continued the conversation until we came to her stop.
She told me she wanted to see me again.
So I suggested dinner Friday night; she said yes.
I had a date.

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