Your silence is deafening.
Before I pondered, but now reckoning,
If we would see each other soon?
But now I know, I was just a loon.
Because if you did want me, as you claim,
You'd appear in the day, instead of this game.
Not in the shroud of night,
After 10 drinks, out of sight.
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Post Teen Poetica
PoetryA collection of poems written by yours truly, a collection of how my brain rings. For a different reading experience, check out post.teen.poetica on TikTok. Watch out: some poems are only on wattpad and some are only on TikTok
