FORTY-SEVEN

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'Prosperous'

My coffee was left cold like you left the other day,
Thinking what went wrong but it wasn't my right to say,
You were never mine in the first place,
But I did my best in all of your tests that I aced.

Maybe you were to blind to see,
Or I am too stupid to be,
In love with someone who sees someone else,
When I was there crying to myself.

I never said I like you,
Nor does my action tell you the same too,
But my friend said something that made my heart break,
It wasn't his intention and his words were not fake.

He told me how you hate my presence,
How you hate to be in the same room and smell my essence,
How you hate my voice when I laugh,
And how you hate when I make some gaffe.

It's hurtful to know someone you like hated your gut,
It's painful that his words made a very deep cut,
It's better to know you don't want to be with me,
Rather than to know you hated what I was trying to be.

He told me about your classmate crush,
A girl who's beautiful and always made you blush,
Hope is a dangerous thing to have for me,
Because a hope is a reason how disappointed I'll be.

Maybe someday my coffee will stay warm,
Maybe someday someone will see my charm,
Maybe someone will love me like I love you,
Maybe someone will like me the way I like you.

tamat.

-2023

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