Our looks crossed
And our thoughts did too
Like the initial sharp cut
Had just ran smooth.
I looked up at her
as she faced the ground
onto her face creeped
a cheeky smile,
and once again I asked
what had brought her
to my house.
"It's a long story"
She confidently muttered.
But I had time,
so without hesitation or stutter,
the girl who had lived in my mind
was sitting on my bed.
Yet little did I know,
what was happening
In her head.
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Her [ Lesbian Story ]
Poetry{COMPLETED} It was a sad love It never got us anywhere She wore flower crowns In her hair When she would look me In the eye Her beauty made me Want to cry I would stay silent And die a little inside For I knew, one day She would no longer be m...