shouldn't have said a thing
should have sat and waited
walked past silently
i shouldn't have even looked in your direction
through the window
even if i didn't know
it's not my business
should have kept my mouth closed
but i felt obligated to say something
taking glances into your eyes
i could tell you didn't want to hear any of it
but you heard it all, regardless
you listened, because you're still so respectful
i just shouldn't have looked your way
i should take a hint sometimes, huh?
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
