he smiles and calls me tadpole
something which makes me sad
for i am merely frog spawn
whilst he is a gorgeous lily pad
his hair as dark as charcoal
he's stuck in me like a thorn
my feelings for are him are torn
and it's driving me fucking mad
I didn't like him.
But thinking about him
made my mind jumble up
and he made me want to
write a million odes.
and I wasn't quite sure
why.
I mean he was an utter freak let's be honest.
And it's not like I wanted to write these poems.
They're complete crap.
I thought I knew what I had to do to get these crazy thoughts out of my head.
And that thing began with an L.
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death of a conformist || phan
Fanfic"Why do you think you have to base yourself off what others think of you? Why can't you just be yourself for you?" I looked at him, befuddled. "How would you possibly know I do that?" I scoffed. He looked back to me this time, looking deep into my...
