I used to watch you playing with my hair,
And I always kinda knew, what we had was rare.
You used to stare at me, straight into my eyes,
And I fell for those pretty lies
Watching rom-coms at my place was our kinda date,
But I was unaware of what was written in our fate
I was the girl who used to put ketchup in her maggie,
and you were the guy who ate it just to make me happy.
We were so perfect for each other I don't know where did we go wrong,
And our fondness didn't last that long.
The thought you not being with me anymore adds to my worries,
And once again we are strangers,
But this time, with memories.
YOU ARE READING
Cries that fall on deaf Ears
PoetryIf you're into reading cliché teenage poems (relatable tho) and you have absolutely nothing to do in this damned world, then you're welcome
