The way his hair is shifted to the left. The way he is always dressed.
He looks so much like him his laugh and his smile. My mind is at my last love it feels like i'm tasting vile.
Why i'm I still thinking of him, I have someone else in front of me. The person I fell in love behind a screen, not the one I saw kissing a person under a tree.
My mind can't take it anymore and to make it worst, I saw my first love walk in the room. Turns out their best friends, my senses immediately are consumed.
He looked at me with hatred in his eyes, I looked at him in shock and surprise.
My first love is friends with the one I love, and its more difficult then you think.
I still love him and that is the problem, I feel my emotions all sink.
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If I Could Fly
PoetryI'm missing half of me, when were apart. ... I recommend to listen to If I Could Fly by One Direction The song inspired me to write this
