The day you shared your cookie was the beginning of something amazing.
The day everything started, and the beginning of the end.
You split the cookie in half and gave me the bigger half. I munched on it while you watched me enjoy my food.
"What?" I asked. You answered "You're just so beautiful."
You leaned in. You kissed me. I kissed back. I liked it. Apperently you didn't.
You dropped me off at home and then left.
You never came back.
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(A/n) To clear things up I have never actually kissed anyone. This is just something I wrote in my free time. Not that I have much of that anyways because most of my time has gone into mourning my eventual death. k. byeeeee. Also homework. Lots of it.
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YOU ARE READING
Mysterious
PoetryLove is different for all of us. Some is given. Some is taken. Some is one-sided. Some isn't. Hate is different for all of us. Some is given. Some is taken. Some is one-sided. Some isn't.
