I started glaring at the girls you talk to.
I don't even know why though.
You start noticing me.
You now glances when I speak
You start giving your suggestions.
You piss me off more often to be honest
I don't ask for any of it.
In fact, I hate every single of it.
But one thing I want you to know.
I never planned for this feelings to return.
Nor, plan to get any of your attention.
So please stay still.
I'm trying to cope with this stupid feelings again.
Don't worry It won't be too long.
So, stay still while I'm moving on.
H.C
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Melancholia
PuisiShe write melancholic poems for the person who made her feel blue and black at the same time. As she writes her poems she hoped that he would at least give her a one genuine smile. A smile the she wrote a thousand poems about. The smile that she lov...
