I hate to remember when I walked in.
I saw you sitting on top of your desk.
I was so lonely, until you lit up the room.
You never noticed me.
Until one day I sat next to you.
Days passed, and you came over.
I never imagined you would talk to me.
I walked home that evening.
At 3:48
Replaying the smile you had on your face
I hate to remember the time we slow-danced
Next to your couch, but we didn't kiss.
I was so afraid of us getting caught.
But you calmed me down with the beat of your heart.
I hate to remember that March 17th
And see that your new laughs aren't because of me.
I hate to remember when I walked out.
Missing you has stolen the smile from my mouth.
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February Ashes
Poetry❝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.
