The butterflies return
once the lingering looks
reside.
They seem like stolen glances
due to how you have been
treating me lately.
The looks mean more to me,
probably,
than to you.
For one,
after we went into
complete darkness,
I don't cry.
You got bored, I understand.
But now?
Why?
I've never bored someone.
Everyday was a new adventure for us.
Why did you end it?
"It's been a while, but I still feel the same...Maybe I should let you go..." -Ed Sheeran.
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Yearn for You [poems]
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