I remember when you used to look at me from across the room.
You'd wait until I'd look up
And when our eyes would meet,
I'd feel this spark as our hearts would align and beat wildly.
But now as I'd look at you from across the room,
I'd wait for you to look into my eyes
And you wouldn't even acknowledge my existence
-a.r.t
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Love and Other Tragedies
RomanceA collection of drabbles from my 14-year-old brain. I came accross these poems and have decided not to delete them; instead using them as a time capsule? Reading these poems years later, I've realized how naive I was. Little did I know there is wor...
