Okay let's get this straight,
I'm tired of playing all these games.
At first flirting was fun but,
if you're not interested,
stop messing with my head.
And if you are interested,
and I'm not dreaming,
then please,
just give me a break and make me yours.
I stopped counting the times I've wanted to hug you,
let alone kiss you.
I guess I really am in love with you.
And man does it hurt?!
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Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PoesiaA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!
