I went to the park
Ready to draw my worries away
And write away the pain
Then I saw a boy
He was my age
And he was looking at me.
I was confused
Is there something wrong?
Is there something on my face?
Just as if on cue
He walked towards me
'What is your name?' He asked.
'Mallory'
'I think you are pretty'
H-he thought I was pretty?
'I'm Parker and I'm here all the time so if you want to talk I'm here'
'Sure'
But I didn't stay
I walked away
Though I knew
I had gotten a friend.
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Typically Typical
PoesíaIt was suffocating me. My thoughts, my head, everyone. About a girl who seems typical on the outside but a mess on the inside....
