Sweet Tea

A quick little relief poem for girls who get sad about that boy they used to adore :*

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Do you not understand that we are

In different leagues?

I am a slip of grass

Within a collection of others.

But you are a rose in the sun

With people to please.

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If you dare speak to me, 

Or call me by name,

I must consider myself

Dead. 

Or at least,

A sorry girl that just got lucky.

*

So any hopes and dreams, 

For a "you and me"

Must vanish into dust.

Because that one time you talked to me,

Was only but sweet tea,

To disappear for the rest of eternity.

*

You will never understand 

How my skin burns when you are in the room.

It ignights me

Because I have convinced myself,

I am not for you 

And you are not for me.

*

Secretly falling for you, 

Is one of the worst decisions

That I ever made.

Even though, tomorrow, 

I will wake up falling for you

In just the same way.

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I will do us both a favor,

And polietly

Get back into place.

Because we are in different leagues,

And you, young sir,

Have people to please.