Your Claims of Love Are Falling
Like clockwork she was there and so was he. If she was the hour hand he was the minute hand, always seeing her but she never saw him.
She was in the cosmetics and hair care isle comparing what looked like two boxes of
hair dye while biting her darkly painted bottom lip. Ever since the first time he saw her she had black hair. He started to wonder if he was going to have to look for a different color now. She tossed one carton into her cart and placed the other back on the shelf saying something that he couldn’t hear. She pushed a few tendrils of black hair behind her ear and started to push the cart out the opposite end of the isle.
Where could he get the courage to talk to her?
The Girl
She was in the cosmetics and hair care isle comparing what looked like two boxes of
hair dye while biting her darkly painted bottom lip. Ever since the first time he saw her she had black hair. He started to wonder if he was going to have to look for a different color now. She tossed one carton into her cart and placed the other back on the shelf saying something that he couldn’t hear. She pushed a few tendrils of black hair behind her ear and started to push the cart out the opposite end of the isle.
Where could he get the courage to talk to her?
The Girl
