Makes me wonder if you think Bout me at all.
Like where I could have gone
Or what I'm doing
Or if I liked you
What would've happened if I stayed? And watched you watch me ? Would we be anything?
Do you think of me, when I'm thinking of you?
Hopefully you look across the field and know that at one point in truly thought I loved you.
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Love // Thought
PoetryPoems about unrequited love, melancholia, and thoughts day-to-day (Updated randomly)
