So, There's This Guy That I Knew...
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A collection of poems telling the story of a lost love and the feelings that occurred all the while.
So, there's this guy that I knew
and he always had some crazy ability to make me smile.
I never felt good enough for him, for the longest while.
I'd cry, sometimes, because I felt I wasn't worthy to be with someone such as he.
I'd cry, sometimes, because I didn't get a reply, though it needn't be.
So there's this guy that I knew
and he made my world go round.
He could make anyone smile and made everyone proud.
I'd cry, sometimes, because I was so attached and felt lost.
I'd cry, sometimes, because I never felt he loved me as much as I loved him, whatever the cost.
So, there's this guy that I knew
and I was irrevocably in love with him.
I'd cry, sometimes, because I thought I was losing him, right out of the blue.
I'd cry, sometimes, because I knew it was true.
So, there's this guy that I knew
and he slipped through my fingertips, not even trying to fight.
I'd cry, sometimes, because I was losing him, too.
I still cry, sometimes, because it was true, and I was right.
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