It hurts me to think that you and I used to be such great friends
But somehow we broke apart and can't even greet each other in the halls
Is that on purpose, or do we just forget to
All the times I try to smile with you
And you're either oblivious or "too cool to care"
I'd like to think better of you and that you don't see it
But some times, it feels like I'm given the cold shoulder
What happens next is untold, so I'll just carry on with life
May I just state that this is not how I want to live
So how about a proposal?
Let's hang out soon.
I practically live in the shoebox now.
You know where to find me.
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Feelings, Fantasies, and Other Thoughts on Life
PoetryLife gets out of hand all the time, but sometimes it goes according to plan. Other times, you'd wish that it would go a certain way, and other times you're completely baffled by life. Well, here are my feelings, fantasies, and other thoughts on li...
