Maybe it's the way you say my name,
Hell, maybe it's the way you look at me,
I just can't tell what you think of me-
Maybe I'm too much,
Or maybe I'm too loud-
Maybe the way I speak gives you disgust,
Or maybe the way I breath is a little too fast-
Maybe you never did need me in the beginning,
Or maybe I was never special-
Maybe none of this is true,
Or maybe I am just thinking too much
Maybe I don't want myself to be happy,
No matter what I say-
So maybe just maybe this can stay in my head
-Chloe♡
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A Poem For Love
SpiritualA book of little poems I write to hopefully show other people that life just might be alright. NEW POEM EVERYDAY/OTHER DAY
