She's popular
I'm nobody.
She was graceful
while I was clumsy
She would smile at me
... and I'd avoid her.
Because she's acting.
I know.
Because that time on the empty room,
where I confessed and waited for my doom,
she smile, like she always do
and said, "no."
and left me there as she goes on, laughing
while I stand there with my heart breaking.
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PoetryInsomia, my dear friend, you've come to visit me once again. What's today features? Huh, I hope I didn't make too many failures. Oh a new one indeed, perhaps I could try one to confess my deeds? Alright, hand me the quil, my friend, don't go and wai...
