the tears on my face
cause you had walked away
said it wasn’t like that
said you needed space
the weeks go on and on
not one message
not one call
no voicemail about your game
saying that you won
the pain is getting less
I walk in Ross and smile at the girl
barley bringing up the memory
of when I confessed
“i really like you, sof
i think I really do
your smile
and how it never fails to make you shine
your freckles
scattered just like stars
your so perfect sof
so perfect just for me”
i think I really liked you
I think I really did
but that’s all gone now
all that’s left is blue
Poetry
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