Said hi at 12:07
Or was it 12:11?
I really didn't pay much mind to the time
when I had you in front of my eyes.
Talked for an hour.
Why couldn't it be four?
Wouldn't matter since I got your number,
and I'd text you after four.
Kept thinking of you.
Every minute after.
Please.
Don't have somebody waiting on you.
Don't be in love with someone else.
This moment is flawless.
I'm blushing all the way home.
I walked home that evening
At 3:48
That time.
Will forever remain
The best.
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February Ashes
Poesía❝From an everlasting flame, to a pile of ashes in the forest❞ A bunch of poems about how he met, fell in love with, desired, missed, broke, was broken by, hated, lost and got over the deepest love he ever felt. most impressive rank: #1 in poems.
