i don't know how to hide my feelings for you
you're my best friend
today when we were at the sydney opera house
you leaned over the railing
overlooking the city
you said what an amazing view
i looked at you
then you looked at me
and i thought to myself
what an amazing view
but i just smiled at you instead
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deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
