It's sad to watch her face light up
Over a simple text from the girl she likes
Little does she know the person on the other ends words are hollow
Only because they have been used before
100 times toward different girls every other night
But it still brings a smile to that poor girls face
YOU ARE READING
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PoesíaPoetry isn't like clockwork it comes when it wants when it feels its presence is needed so when it comes knocking I answer
