I see you with him
I can see the way he looks at you
He likes you
I feel like you like him
I know he likes you
I can see it
Maybe you should be with him
I don't give you what you need
Right now at the bleachers
I feel
Alone
I have no one right now
But I can't leave
Cause I'm your ride home
(Actually ignore this update I was a little depressed i don't mean it anymore)
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Poetry and Thoughts
Poetrythings I think and write, no reason to be. some have meaning, most don't.