You once called me pretty
I never heard that one before
It was a whole new word to me
And I guess after that I wanted more
We hug and that’s it
We’re friends so I let it sit
Maybe it was a mistake when you let it slip
Maybe all I heard was a blip
But it rocked my world
I was balanced and you ripped it at the seams
Now I have to wait while I watch it unfold
Although I really wish you could’ve seen
The damage it caused...
You once called me pretty
That’s all I remember now
I see you differently
Can we still be friends now?
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Purpose: A Poetry Collection
PoetryA collection of poems, vastly varying from different perspectives and putting down into words what goes on in my mind as I try to let love and let go.
