You liked him when for your dates he paid
And bought you hearts and flowers
I liked him when he was carefree
And talked about his sisters
You liked it when his eyes with lust
Shined as bright as glitter
I liked it when his eyes were vulnerable
While he showed me all his blisters
You had seen him with his hair all gelled,
Some gracefully on his forehead falling loose
I'd seen him with his shirt tucked out,
A hole in his pants and two in his shoes
I couldn't help but
Fall for his mundane being, but
You were adamant you liked him better
Little did you see what I did,
You'd know that the former was
For the world to see and
He truly was the latter.
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~ Nida
It's been 9 days I haven't written shit and my head was a huge mess, so here.
