We have been Friends for years,
But still he doesn't look at me the way I look at him.
He stares at a Small pretty brunette,
Twirling her hair around the fingertips.
She smiles brightly.
While he blushed.
While I sat there stuck inside my own head,
Jabbing at my own heart to kill the feelings.
It should be me ,
He should look at me like that .
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Infinite Time
PoetryPoems about love,acceptance,forgiving,letting go . Poems about life Trigger warning : Some chapters may contain >loss of a close one >getting over someone >mental health(depression ,anxiety,paranoia) >body image I'm so sorry if you have been tr...
