i walked to bus #3
she stood outside, bag in hand
her eyes melted into butterflies in my
chest
i can still feel her hugs, pressed
imprinted into my skin
why still? after almost 3 years
its probably because I never said
goodbye.
i wish I hadn't gone on that bus,
but, alas, I was conversing with the dead
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~Hope you liked it! It's about this girl I met at sleepaway camp who i ended up falling in love with and never really fell out of love with, but she never knew ://
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PoetrySome shitty poems that I write for fun :)) Enjoy (or don't I mean it doesn't really matter)