You are underneath
the bleachers.
I stand nearby.Why do you follow me?
You excused yourself,
and I stood nearby
wondering what I did wrong.
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CITY BOY
Poetryin a world of my own mental torture, there was him. memories like daggers now fill my mind. (updates when I can, feedback welcome) check link in bio for more content
no. 12
You are underneath
the bleachers.
I stand nearby.Why do you follow me?
You excused yourself,
and I stood nearby
wondering what I did wrong.