greenwallaby
It's not about the things I said,
It's about the things I didn't say.
It's not about the things I did,
It's about the things I didn't do.
The year is beginning,
Oh how I wonder when I'll get over you.
My sunshine, you're perfect,
But you're getting this little flower's hopes up.
You intoxicating me,
With every look, word, and touch.
Please, love,
Give me one chance to be with you.
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Hello. These are my cringeworthy poems, but I hope you like them.