Hell
What can I say I live in hell not being with him.
Everyday he walks by talking with his friends.
I wander if he has told them that I like him.
Maybe I am lucky and he is the kinda guy who won't be a a** and tell the whole school.
Ever since I told him that I like home hasn't talked to me in like forever
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My Poetry
PoetryThese are some of the poems I have written after events I have experienced or dreams I have had or really about anything, Read and tell me what you think please and thank you
