I'm drinking you in slowly with my eyes, your hair moving but staying in its quiff. Can't help but notice how vehemently you toss the soccer ball. I want to talk to you, but I'm to much of an introverted person to even try. So like the rest of the guys I used to like, I'll watch from afar.
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Love // Thought
PoetryPoems about unrequited love, melancholia, and thoughts day-to-day (Updated randomly)
