new walking shoes.

i'm not allowed to miss you.
a few split seconds must satisfy me,
i'm forbidden more.
my heart beats louder and louder still
praying that maybe you'll notice.
just a glance is all i need,
basic survival needs right?
the peripheral stuff (love and attention) is
unnecessary.
hearts grow accustomed, kind of like new walking shoes.
so please, dont give me more than a glance
i'm not allowed to miss you for more.