She makes me really happy,
Untill she makes me really sad.
The happy times, I'll look forward to
Because they make me glad.
However, when is comes to the bad,
Even standing still in silence
Seems like a tall order.
Sitting fumbling with my thumbs
I keep memories of her like I'm a horder.
"Don't worry, you'll find someone better"
"It takes time then you'll be fine"
What about the right Now,
I like her more by the passing time.
Incapsuled in fantasies,
The never dying hope.
Even after rejection
Liking her is an upwards slope.
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PoetryPoetry written by me. Inspiration found in everyday life continues to spark ideas for my poems, if anyone reading this has any poetry please tell me I would love to read it. Top ranking: #11 in poems
