Honestly I'm very happy
That when I think of it
It makes me break into tears
How are my friends and I friends?
It's all a wonder, for me.
Why would they like me?
Why would they talk to me?
Why are they close to me?
I'm bland and boring
Not clingy
And I don't show my affection to them even though I love them
And I tease them to no end.
It's all a mystery
I don't know myself
Yet, they're still my friends
No wonder I get sad easily when we become distant,
It feels like
There's nothing to talk about
They probably questioned why we were friends.
So I'm thankful.
I feel like I belong
Because of you guys.
Thank you for accepting me who I don't know myself.
Thank you for being there.
Thank you for thinking of me.
Thank you for cherishing me.
Thanks for being my friend.
YOU ARE READING
Miss Haze
Poetry" ѕhє σncє ѕαíd ѕhє wαѕ thє σcєαn. вut αѕ ѕhє dívєd ín, ѕhє wαѕ ín α ѕtαtє σf cσnfuѕíσn " She was Miss Blue ✳️ ☁️ Miss Haze, is she //poetry series//a story of hazy thoughts and poems Started: 10/03/19 Published: 10/20/19 ♦ [ Update: Tryi...
