poetry, Uncategorized, written thoughts

Invisible

I’m invisible.

At least sometimes that is how I feel.

Will you ever notice me?

Probably not.

But I like beeing your secret admirer.

It carries it’s own kind of beauty within.

© An Overthinker

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