i met a guy,
in my year eight
i felt straight—
felt straight for once
it was unusual
he's not my taste
but how did i ended up?
how did i ended admiring him?
gazing him from a distance
i was hoping that there's a chance
that he feels the same
once, he asks
"can you help me, with this task?"
it was unearthly; mysterious
he can't be serious
my face quickly changes its color,
i insanely blushed
for.... once...
[ a true-to-life story, bitches :P ]
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Poetry[ ripple » a small wave ] welcome to the hopeless world of jillian. tell me immediately if my grammar is wrong, let's correct my mistakes (: highest ranking 346 in Poetry as of 4th of August [ completed | toosdays | 2017 ]
