You're falling in love with someone else, I know. I already know you're going to get your heart hurt. Whoever she is, she doesn't deserve you.
I wanna shout, "you're going to the wrong places, look over here! See me."
But no one cares about another girl shouting from the bleachers when the cheerleader takes your eyes and the field.
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Blue Eyes and Other Sources of Drowning
PoetryFor the boy with blue eyes. For the love and friendship I grieved, and many other things. Started: 11/20/20 Finished: 8/8/22 My 8th poetry book.
