People question,
They question about us.
I don't care about it,
But I'm afraid that you do.
But you talk to me,
Among all the other girls.
And I talk to you,
Among your group of friends.
I tell you a few things,
You tell them to your friend.
You say some good stuff,
I keep them to myself.
'Cause I know, I've had an experience,
We're just friends but they won't know.
Even though we crave for each other's attention,
We're just friends, atleast we hope so.
September 29, 2018
05:03pm
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Tinge
Poetry"My mind flourishes with thoughts endless My pen is a relief, paper a friend." A collection of poems by me. They carry emotions but don't have some really big words. Easy to read. Easy to understand, maybe difficult to feel.
