the boy i used to love
i see my not so pretty face
in his brown orbs
he's in front of me
is this real life?
he's talking to me
does he really?
i sighed not knowing
i used to loved this guy
a crush in school
he only notice me
when the time i don't
have feelings anymore
no plethora of butterflies
no fangirling
no sparks... at all
but i'm glad that he knows
me that i exist, even tho
i'm a just a dork who has a
huge crush on him before
a.c
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poetry is my only friend
PoetryI publish here my own poems, feel free to read them as long as you don't steal them and stated as yours. Ever since, I want to be a poet. Well, sometimes many people telling me that I'm a great poet but for me I am not. I'm just a sad teenager who...
