"You know what?" It feels like I wanna tell something. She can't help but being honest.
"Hm?" He wants to know.
"i wanna tell her that i love her
i wanna be the shoulder—
a shoulder that she can lean on
but finding out that she's gone
i-..." She paused, causing her to sigh.
"It doesn't matter if she's gone." He respond.
A bit of hope surrounded on her. Could this be..? No, it won't. Unearthed, but there's nothing impossible.
So I'm bi? As in bisexual? She may or may not. Snap back to the reality, you idiot!
"Is something.. Wrong? Did I say something.. very, wrong?" He's starting to be curious. Oh fuck-..
"N-nothing.." Stuttered. That's unusual, never been like that before.
"there's some happiness,
there's loneliness,
but..."
"B-but what?"
"at the end.. someone will fill your emptiness.."
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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 ]
