I hate to admit,
I thought of you as a pest
Smiling as you skipped over to my bench,
Chattering non-stop about your latest muse.
How could I forget.
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I hate to admit || Lee Minho
PoetryI hate to admit I thought of you as a pest... I never told you how I felt... How could I forget... I might as as well forget...
Chapter 1
I hate to admit,
I thought of you as a pest
Smiling as you skipped over to my bench,
Chattering non-stop about your latest muse.
How could I forget.